We are babes
we want drink and drugs
we want sex
we want groovy songs.
No more gospel
we want whats hip,
stick pc where it belongs.
We want devils
with hangover attiitudes
not angels
with fluffy clarity.
Bring on the joyriders
ditch the clowns,
give us licence for our insanity.
Go for broke
with all guns blazing,
give us 100 mph
no red lights.
Review the censored
release the damned,
put disco back into fights.
Kick out the sober
God bless bourbon
sell us heroin style
off the bone.
Give us a chance
to be actors or junkies,
death to methadone.
Pull us from gutters
save us from real time
give us Lara Croft
and hooch flavoured pops.
Throw out whistles
mute the chants,
put exclamation marks
in place of full stops...
@Steven Francis poems 1997
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