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

169

0009
63

118 166 194 9 11 15 27 28 29 37
76

Advertisements

Skins Is Their Sins

18

9

 

 

3

 

 

 

 

4 5

 

231

232

233

234 226

Friends With Skins

0028
0146

001
0009
0048

0107
0135
0250
KULINA-STATE INSTITUTION FOR HANDICAPPED CHILDREN
0160
0082

F E A R

10367

10368

Nazi’s Punx Are Dog Shit

Image

10400

Fuck You And Your Rules

Image

87

Anarchist And Proud Of It

Image

78

Up To Nothing Good So Piss Off

Image

10632

Boots You should Own

Image

10633