twenty–five years
das punking girls
rebel man’s desire
ramp firing
intra–fighting
music fem
but me i was just another punters’ ears
a rebel man never slashed the air guitar
i was nil in no–ones’ useless army
they created
jammed recorded
punking girls
a moment a slit a table football
i won wow what an achievement
fuck that
freeborn girls
never typical
sound exciters
remember
revolt neutered by “what’s the point”
the irate driven angry priest of shan’t
twenty–five years
fire recall
rage the dawn away
they’ll be mothering
teenage–daughtered
house–worn
forget wallpaper
i’ll throw the guacomole
decorate their empire