Sunday, June 1, 2014

Punk Rock Father William

"You are old, Father William," the young man said,
And you listen to nothing that's tight."
Yet you are a fan of the drone and the noise--
Do you think, at your age, it is right?"

"In my youth," Father William replied to his son,
"Punk rock was the thing I liked most:
of all the shows I did not miss a one,
consequently I'm as deaf as a post!"

"You are old, Father William, and your politics reek
Of anarchy, radfem, and pot:
It's the 21st century now, you old tweak;
Is that really the best that you've got?"

"In my youth," said the sage, "I learned from the punks:
From Fugazi, the worth of a buck,
Jello and Hanna helped me to think
And from Iggy to not give a fuck."

"You are old," said the youth, "and your mind is too weak
to appreciate dubstep and skweee;
yet you don't scoff at the folk that is freak,
pray, how does that happen to be?"

"You forget," said the sage, "that decades have passed,
And the terrible music that's been:
Enjoy, my boy, these fads that won't last,
Or relive the '80s again!"

"You are old," said the youth, "as I mentioned before,
your wardrobe is certainly lacking.
T-shirts and Levis don't make the scene,
Is this what you wear when you're hacking?"

"In my youth," said his father, "I moshed in the pit,
where Doc Martins and jeans did the job.
And if you don't show respect to your elders,
I shall kick you right in the gob."

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