Poem: Rust-Belt Punk Poem

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In a rust-belt town
We don’t give a shit
We act like clowns
And get away with it
Shout all day
Get drunk at night
No-one fucking cares
If they do we fight
We all talk big
But think so small
Like a bloated pig
We will take it all
Money gets made
Off your backs
Burn it all
Other side of the tracks
We don’t care
What you say
We do what we want
Only our way
Burn it down
Tear it up
Run this town
Fill our cup
When we’re done
We laugh out loud
We have our fun
You’re not allowed

©2014 James Takeo

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