Being Punk
Not everyone will follow the rules or care belong. That's what means to be punk.
Don't give me
your suit and tie,
thinking I won't see the lie.
Don't give me
your worthless god
of love and the bloody rod.
Don't give me
your perverted law
that rips a man with its claw.
Don't give me
the ways of your school,
seriously, you think I'm a tool?
You push
I'll burn your bush.
You judge
I'll not budge.
You yell
I'll give you hell.
I won't follow
your damn church rules.
I won't follow
your cart pulled by mules.
I won't follow
your damn high schools.
I won't follow
your corporate fools.
I'll forge my own path
because I don't need you
and your red, white and blue
I won't take orders from you.
Only Anarchy I'll be true.
Call me a punk,
thinking I'm a skunk.
But your lies reek
and freedom from you I seek
About the Creator
Dean Traylor
* Masters in special education and degree in journalism.
*Seasoned writer for the last 30+ years (Newspapers, Magazines, Internet sites)
* Former writer at Hubpages, Helium, and Wikinut.
* Current: Medium (https://medium.com/@ds_traylor)
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