I’ll Give You The BOOT

POETIC JUSTICE

Why do you cunts hate my boots?

Boots define a lifestyle called punk rock.
Boots speak of a laboring soul who’s tired as fuck.

My boots show up to win all my fights.
My boots are present under these city nights.

An English Anarchist once said in a song.
The boots I wear have never been wrong.

Why not wear boots like us everyday.
Kick the bootless fascist with much to say.

These boots are not made for just walking.
Sometimes I wear my boots while I’m fucking.

Wear boots and live with every ones hate.
I’ll be wearing my boots at the pearly gate.

Fuck your Local 209 and fuck your crew.
This boot poem I wrote is just for all of you.

-Punk Monday

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