Punk Rock Kid

I saw this kid with a Mohican
And a lip ring
It shook me up; thinking fuck
That’s one cool kid

I wanted to be just the same
So with newly
Shaved squares in the side of
My hair; I went to the piercing place

I had that needle jabbed strait
Through my lip
No remorse; I thought fuck
Does this make me punk rock?

Destruction of senses; hate fuelled
Is this really punk rock?
The raging chorus; defying all logic
Ears bleeding; nose bleeding; heart thumping

Out on a limb walking those streets
Feeling diseased
Is this really what signed up to me?
Am I really this fucked up being?

I’m older, wiser now; holes grown
Into my skin
Lessons learned; blessings earned
But inside I’ll always be; a punk rock kid

Punk Rock Kid

Rachael  Hope

Bridlington, United Kingdom

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