grunge at 50
guitars intrude at noon
concrete fuzz under gravelpit vocal
the dungeon beat beneath
the trained part
the gray part
not music
but another matches the pulse
i was there once
fighting communism to the last teenager
because our sins are better than theirs
and i am the teen with the question
why must all my tomorrows yield
to universal losers
most are still with us
those who would not be fooled again
yet here we are
new bosses
fighting terrorism to the last teenager
because our sins are better than theirs
the old songs mean
send mail
drink sugarwater
hail to the shortstop
they have been bought
but listen
it is the same drum
-O Ceallaigh
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