An Open Letter To The Scene

Punk, you let me down

What’s your deal anyhow?

Human ethicality or an effort to be seen?

You say, “It’s not about that.”

You confuse me

Punk, I let you down

Cos you don’t see me around

Art and music is my bloodletting

I ain’t no Mr. Bloodshedding

Being poor is never charming

Your grin is so disarming

Your act is not alarming

With an air so quizzical

Polluted, slight, invisible

This shit just makes me miserable

Punk, you let me down