Black ribbon
needs driven
stockings and suspenders
it’s mad our endless drive
for sex
black rimmed specs
A sexually active secretary
bends into an awkward pose
one you have chose
to fore fill your fantasy
Baring all
her vulva a coin slot
waiting for an offering
her ass like a forbidden fruit
In which to shoot
Your shot
your seed
in a garden of need.
A punk prayer
A leather studded glove
A love for the obscene
I’d like to f*ck you it’d be my dream
Mohawks and tats
Never mind the bollocks you tw*ts
Chains of thick metal
and studs and hoops
Groupies and groups of the disaffected
Reflected in the eyes of your sunglasses
Tartan mini skirts and asses
Anarchy in the eyes of the youth
Paint the town red
Amen in the eyes of new gods
men and women