An Old Man Slams the Slams - Throws Down the Gauntlet To the Punk Man

slam it to me punk you think you’re so cool this bald headed old fart will take you to school you think you’re the first generation to revolt if you read a history book you’d know that’s a joke yes that’s a joke go ahead punk – take a poke hell i was sitting down in a war protest strike while guardsmen flexed their muscles and sticks of the night don’t talk to me about your troubled young fate until you’ve been through a night like at Kent State people died there shot by the man four college kids killed right where they stand go ahead shout, curse and be rude show me your underwear and your attitude pretend you’re real mean and ain’t scared a nuthin brag like you think you can beat out my stuffin i’m an old fart of fifty plus years i’ve already shed an ocean of tears i aint got nothing much left to loose which is what makes me much more dangerous than yous pain ain’t nothin when you’ve had a rectal exam you think you can scare me more than the doctor can? think again young man i’ll slam your slam this ain’t writing it ain’t exciting its simply yelling and telling lies of being tough it ain’t enough now go write some good stuff you think this stuff makes you a hero you think it ain’t conforming to norms? you’re a real zero you aint the first heck you might be the worst you are just replicating duplicating other punks beat you to it now write a sonnet – if you can do it you’d be the only punk out on that island that would make you brave make you stand out give you some clout if you could do it but you can’t can you instead you say you’re one of a kind don’t waste my mind you think I’m blind i’ve seen it before you’re just a slam whore easy to ignore i’ll slam your slam now go jam my jam