Alex Brown Poet Lyric

Punk

We've gotta walk in their shoes
Before we judge (that's how the saying goes)
With all the judgin' we do,
That's a lot of miles of walkin'
We've gotta walk in their shoes
See that they can feel too
Realize that they can love

Just listen to them
Hear what they're sayin'
Figure that it could be true
Just listen to us
Understand what I'm sayin
You could get this wild too

Let's hear your thoughts,
We will listen
It don't matter to anyone else
Let's hear your thoughts
Get crazy with it
Anarchy is the way
Of our life

Us punks, we feel emotion
Both anger and chaos, it's true
But us punks, we know what it feels like
To love and to cry too
You see us as dangerous beasts
With a reckless, wild passion
You see us with our spiky hair and tattered clothes,
But punk ain't just a fashion

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James Fraser November 13, 2010 at 2:04 PM Kool poetry Alex, so much great music came out of the Punk Scene. Even fashions from that day still bloom, so the Punk era to me was very successful indeed. Bands like Magazine, Buzzcocks, The Adverts, Revillo's, The Jam, Sex Pistols and so many more still echo in our ears today. Thx 4 the kind comment, much appreciated >> James :)

Anthony Beesley July 31, 2010 at 12:37 PM a powerful poem to the lawless lepors of society.to the lost dogs that go rabid with rabies from lack of love.well love's at the end of a big bad gun

Joe Flach April 29, 2010 at 6:24 PM Well, I happen to like your style, punk. The thing is, I think, sometimes we look at you and remember (and envy) our punkish days but we wonder if you look at us and see this might be you in years to come. Its the difference between empathy and sympathy. And its also the difference between us wishing we were young again like you and you hoping never to grow old like us. Any ways, I like your poem.