We are babes
we want drink and drugs,
we want sex
we want groovy songs.
No more gospel
we want what's hip,
stick PC where it belongs.
We want devils
with hangover attitudes,
not angels
with fluffy clarity.
Bring on joyriders
ditch the clowns,
give us licence for our insanity.
Go for broke
with all guns blazing,
give us 100mph
not red lights.
Review the censored
release the damned,
put disco back into fights.
Kick out the sober
God bless bourbon,
sell us heroin style
offt 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 1995
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