Eye for an Eye
in this old soft and lazy heart any spirit of fuck you, motherfucker!!!!!! like the lust for a now middle-aged flabby assed droopy jowled old high school flame is long long gone realizing now the punk rock ethic of eye for eye an easy enough thing for records stages in small clubs before a bunch of moderately privileged white boys trading in their hard-ons for a raucous evening of recess monitored rage nowadays this old soft and lazy heart understanding off the turntables the stages and outside the clubs fuck you, motherfucker!!!!! is far too often a cracking skull bouncing off a curb fuck you, motherfucker!!!!!! is far too often a sharp blade in the guts fuck you, motherfucker!!!!!! is a bullet through the brains and the downpour of grief and sorrow that follows and the cascading ethic of eye for an eye is most often a worse thing for us all my heart has grown old soft and lazy with the records collecting dust and musty smells in the garage as the paunch bulges as the hairline the sags and bags and wrinkles taunt i do not accept their provocation i simply flash a fat but mostly empty wallet of wisdom and let them play without much malice as my heart grows old soft and lazy outside the dingy clubs barely breathable from the cigarette smog and the humidity of all that ancient white boy angst those bygone clubs like sweat and beer soaked playrooms with a shoving kicking a parentally guided violence of no honest consequence this old soft and lazy heart too tempered for anymore fuck you, motherfucker!!!!!!!! to classmates parents and neighbors who i get now more than ever and maybe even more than they ever got the punk rock me of then or even this whatever the fuck that is me now this old soft and lazy heart not so rotten yet as to call it all shit cause when i hear it again i can still feel it and maybe better yet with the hindsight of all these detached years mercifully know and understand today who and why and what all that fuck you, motherfucker!!!!! was all meant for
mrobins71 