Punk rock prose

I have visions of Social Distortion

Chaos and confusion are the words that lite my eyes in the dark of the night

Anarchy is not the way 
So I've been told by those of old since the first day I heard  Sid and Jonny scream out their dream 

But what if order is just another mind numbing drug used to control the Wasted Youth of a society that needs to run wild 

But with age comes the realization that those Rotten and Vicious days have been forgotten 

The fires that caused a Minor Threat might have lasted a mere 7 Seconds 

Now it's left to our Descendants to continue the War that might  lead to a Clash with the corporate rats that feed only on greed 

Leaving the rest of us with nothing but Suicidal Tendencies where they will find us D.O.A