Poem of the Week: February 13, 2005
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Poem of the Week: February 13, 2005
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A Street State of Mind
by ERiN.BuRgEr
But , what is it kid .....???
Why are you so angry , why are you hell bent on self destruction ..???
What is it ....???
Its working for 4.50 an hour
Its the poverty , the fear ,
The lack of power
Its these capitalists pricks and these bloodstained profits,
Its allied bombing raisin terroists.
Its self improvement and Its bullshit ,
Its BMWs , its automotive masturbation,
Its that barrat house mind set,
It'll be the death of our nation .
Its drinking 6 year old creme de menthe cuz its there,
Its top shop clones with bleach blonde hair ,
Its celebrating monday for a reason to get pissed ,
Its talentless wankers ,
Its christian conservative terroists .
Its the urban jungle out there ,
Its sniffing glue,
Its trying get through ,
The pain that this foul felsh is heir to and its insane .
Its this illusion of democracy ,
Its this music that hasnt gotten to be ...
HIP POP
And 50 fake thugs ,
Its stealing cars ,
Its selling drugs,
Its the past and its right behind us.
Its expensive labels , its cheap desingers ,
Its gettin lost asking jack and jim for guidance
Officer , Its not an offensive weapon , Its a golf club,
Its trying to roll up , in a strong wind
Its Carcrash tv, Its notyifing next of kin,
Its street crime uk , were on the front line,
Its smuggled baccy , Its cheap white wine ,
Its green rizla papers filled with heavily cut dope,
Its urban poetry , it losing hope..
Its fag ends.
Its fake freinds.
Its atomic warfare .
And its the end.
Its radiation , its halflife ,
Its slitting ur wrists in the dark with a knife.
Its grey concrete ,
That street state of mind indeed,
Raised on hate , aerosols and speed ,
Its chemicals lies , sworn in white lines , through these bloodshot eyes .
Shit , Mate its attempted suicide .
And he looked at me with those burned out NHS eyes ,
And said U know what..... U might have a fuckin Point
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A Street State of Mind
by ERiN.BuRgEr
But , what is it kid .....???
Why are you so angry , why are you hell bent on self destruction ..???
What is it ....???
Its working for 4.50 an hour
Its the poverty , the fear ,
The lack of power
Its these capitalists pricks and these bloodstained profits,
Its allied bombing raisin terroists.
Its self improvement and Its bullshit ,
Its BMWs , its automotive masturbation,
Its that barrat house mind set,
It'll be the death of our nation .
Its drinking 6 year old creme de menthe cuz its there,
Its top shop clones with bleach blonde hair ,
Its celebrating monday for a reason to get pissed ,
Its talentless wankers ,
Its christian conservative terroists .
Its the urban jungle out there ,
Its sniffing glue,
Its trying get through ,
The pain that this foul felsh is heir to and its insane .
Its this illusion of democracy ,
Its this music that hasnt gotten to be ...
HIP POP
And 50 fake thugs ,
Its stealing cars ,
Its selling drugs,
Its the past and its right behind us.
Its expensive labels , its cheap desingers ,
Its gettin lost asking jack and jim for guidance
Officer , Its not an offensive weapon , Its a golf club,
Its trying to roll up , in a strong wind
Its Carcrash tv, Its notyifing next of kin,
Its street crime uk , were on the front line,
Its smuggled baccy , Its cheap white wine ,
Its green rizla papers filled with heavily cut dope,
Its urban poetry , it losing hope..
Its fag ends.
Its fake freinds.
Its atomic warfare .
And its the end.
Its radiation , its halflife ,
Its slitting ur wrists in the dark with a knife.
Its grey concrete ,
That street state of mind indeed,
Raised on hate , aerosols and speed ,
Its chemicals lies , sworn in white lines , through these bloodshot eyes .
Shit , Mate its attempted suicide .
And he looked at me with those burned out NHS eyes ,
And said U know what..... U might have a fuckin Point
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