1980’s punk-rock t-shirt

through the tatters is the flesh that,
tattooed, wonders: &emsp &emsp &emsp Why the uproar?

Broken glass &emsp &emsp &emsp &emsp &emsp &emsp &emsp everywhere,
a little bit of gold, &emsp &emsp &emsp hand on the pager

words are worth less when
a text is ten cents &emsp &emsp &emsp &emsp &emsp &emsp &emsp but she speaks

magic like Johnson, &emsp girl talk like Ronson
romance the genre
&emsp &emsp &emsp &emsp &emsp &emsp &emsp &emsp &emsp &emsp &emsp &emsp &emsp &emsp without a film, a kid in

ice cream kicks all diamond & dollars, she could
care a lick about.