bkb@ccieng6.UUCP ( Brian K. Bailey) (05/14/84)
The following is an original poem by a friend of mine whose poetry deals particulary with punk expression, urban existance, and decay/decadence. I'm arranging for publication of more material like this and thought that since there hasn't been anything interesting on net.poems for a while maybe this would stir things up. How do people out there feel about threatening poetry when most of what you read is self indulging heartwrench? Punk's Anthem We are punk We don't care We'll do just what you don't dare We're fast, loud and crazy. We're anarchists, we do what we want. Drugs, cigarettes, piss, beer. Only the hardcore belong here. Slamming, mashing Swarming, thrashing. Punks rule here.
grw@fortune.UUCP (Glenn Wichman) (05/16/84)
[] Punk's passe'. -Glenn
gmf@uvacs.UUCP (05/16/84)
Concerning "Punk's Anthem": You might like to add this poem to your
canon. It was written 1957 or 1958 by Gwendolyn Brooks, and published
in her book "The Bean Eaters" in 1960.
We Real Cool
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The Pool Players.
Seven at the Golden Shovel.
We real cool. We
Left school. We
Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We
Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We
Jazz June. We
Die soon.
Gwendolyn Brooks
(Transmitted by Gordon Fisher)