The teddy boy, the rocker, the skinhead and the Punk

For many years
I believed the status quo
Until I saw
Their marble pedestals

The teddy boy
The rocker
The skin head and the punk

Where do they fit in?

Fear cooked alive
When caught
Is easily divided up
Like a jellied eel

The Teddy boy
The Rocker
The Skinhead and the Punk
Where do they fit in?

It’s not like living in America
America is like babel
When it had one language
And no borders

I always wanted to draw
On graph paper
I believed it would make my drawings
More accurate

But instead
It imprisoned me
And took my pencil away

The Teddy boy
The Rocker
The Skinhead and the Punk
Where do they fit in?

Commercials
Have erupted like measles
Like an orthodox religion
From a fitted kitchen

Sunlight is string
Moonlight is gilt edge
Starlight is wrapping paper
The heart shines like a solar panel

And the antibodies
Of society
Are busy with a camera crew
Creating facsimiles

Of the Teddy boy
The Rocker
The Skin Head and the Punk

The fish tank
Cannot get bigger
But the fish
Can fight to the death

Love
Has been manufactured
Like tin foil
So that people forget

The Teddy boy
The Rocker
The skin head and the punk

And where do I belong
Nowhere
I stay at my post
Like one of the ghosts

Of the Teddy boy
The rocker
The kin Head and the Punk

 

Published by blackbird212012

I wish to develop as an artist songwriter.

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