Punk
Rock
I
couldn’t say I’ve ever listened to punk rock.
So
for this poem, I googled it.
As
I listened to it I remember
driving
by a band that was playing
in
an empty lot in town.
And
I thought, they’re young, maybe
they’ll
learn to sing and play
if
they keep practicing. I didn’t know
they
were supposed to sound like that.
But
some on YouTube didn’t sound too bad.
Others
sounded like they were vomiting
out
the lyrics or they were playing
boogie
men and trying to frighten
small
children. Some of their hairdos
reminded
me of my sister’s old black wig
we
used to wear on Halloween. Some
of
them looked cool. None were smiling.
Some
of the music sounded like what
we
used to call hard rock. I couldn’t tell
what
made punk rock punk rock.
So
I looked it up on Wikipedia.
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