Hitler Was a Punk Rocker

April 27, 2015

The Crowd surges forward as one

tidal mass of flesh compressing

itself against a steel barricade.

In the front row I am happy,happily

[Crushed]

by the weight (of the bodies and

anger and passion and screams

and the generations

and generations

of frustrations).

I hope that my boot breaks a big nose

as I am carried (above the crowd

Through this writhing pit of black-clad Idiots,

before a stage full of sound and fury).

When they let me down and the music stops,

We'll bid our Zig-Heil's and Fuck-You's to the night

and collapse like cadavers on friends couches,

dreaming of bloody masochism

and beautiful music.

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