LOUDER HARDER FASTER
LOUDER HARDER FASTER

I'M NOT DRUNK ENOUGH
I'M NOT DRUNK ENOUGH

I DON'T KNOW ANYMORE
I DON'T KNOW ANYMORE

LOUDER HARDER FASTER
LOUDER HARDER FASTER

To Protest and Survive

Demonstrating my first ammendment right makes me soar

We have fewer and fewer freedoms each day.

But I hold the power of protest in my voice.
I can sing, scream, shout until I'm heard.

They might try to break me but I'll never shut up until they shut down.

Injustice for all!

How is it that at 9am you are awake enough to leer and jeer at me
And I can't even order a cup of coffee properly?

Riddle me that




I wish I could turn my tits into vicious animals
That way, when dudes oogle me on the street
I won't have to waste my breath
I can just sick my breasts on them
TAKE THAT DICK WADS

Hot Sweaty Punk Summer

Buncha sweaty punk kids baking in the sun
Sipping 40's and smuggled bottles of liquor
Passing coffee cups filled with beer
Handing off cigarettes like a relay race

hot wet punk summer

don't ask for much
mostly to be left alone
to play our music too fast too loud
to not get tickets for sprawling out drunk in the sunshine

hot wet punk summer

words from a book

evolving, revolving

insisting, persist

gone out of me

vision, reply, reward

past and future, present

sewage, ethical practice

pleasure, relation, relative, identity

"art," the poet said, "it cures affliction," with deception, even as death endures. Still we try.

bewilderment, resentment

you and me are we

Pass us on the street and look away
New generation has two options: rich or poor
The middle no longer exists

Pass us on the subway
We are dirty and tired
We are clean and jaded
Our choices are few

You pass us
You pass us by
You pass us by without a worry, without shame, because we're not your responsibility

Shame on you
Shame on those before us who pass us, who pass by, don't look around themselves and see what they're doing

There are those who refuse to realize they are leaving us behind in the streets, alone

VOID

Empty empty empty empty empty

Void of it all

Empty empty empty

An absence of self
An absence of something
An absence of it all

Soul in a sea
Drowning under the current
Screaming with a dry throat

Void of excuses
Void of normality

Full of fear
Full of ache
Full of panic

Swimming against waves

Fruitless cries

You don't want to be saved

You'd rather be dragged down to the bottom

Get it over with

Because you are already nothing