yourfriendlylocalpunk

[yourfriendlylocalpunk]

Somebody put me in a medically induced coma so I don't have to live anymore, and everyone can get with their lives.

[yourfriendlylocalpunk]

The United States as a nation is just so fucked up. Cheap perfume pointed it out perfectly, how did we get to the point where we'd rather have a rapist than a woman in power?

[yourfriendlylocalpunk]

Go on.

Pull the fucking trigger.

I'm not scared of you anymore.

I'm staring down the motherfucking barrel, and I'm fucking ready.

I'll have a good ride, or I won't.

A house in paris, an overdose under a bridge.

Either way.

Fucking do it already.

Give me my fucking diploma.

Push me off of the deep end.

And we'll see how right they are about me.

Pariah, or messiah.

Devil may care.

All in.

Double or nothing.

Pull the trigger old man.

[yourfriendlylocalpunk]

I've worn this same fucking red over shirt since seventh grade.

Why is it every time I turn around I'm that scared little boy trying to hold it together, and by some miracle, barely managing to?

Like a cracked mug, every time I get dropped, I break a little more, but I don't shatter.

Every time someone tries to pick me up and repair me, I cut their hands, I can't help it, it's just my nature.

I'm sorry toad, it's just my nature.

[yourfriendlylocalpunk]

One of these days I'm going to pack my shit into the back of a stolen Uhaul, and drop off of the face of the earth, to be assumed dead.

[yourfriendlylocalpunk]

I stand here. My bones aching, my spirit crushed, rabid.

When did it get this hard to wake up in the morning?

[yourfriendlylocalpunk]

Coffee stains

Paper plates

Fragments of projects long forgotten

Garbage clutters my soul

[yourfriendlylocalpunk]

Wooden boy

Metal soul

[yourfriendlylocalpunk]

Fucking hell. I hate everything.

Fuck maga. Fuck donald trump

Fuck the fascist right, and fuck the left for not doing enough.

Fuck every last cop in this godforsaken country we call the united states.

I don't care if they kill me anymore, I will fight every last fascist pig in this nation with my entire being.

And if I am to die, I will die like a man, boots on, fists raised, uncompromising, unbreakable, invincible if only for a few moments.

My body may be a glass vase but my soul is a lead bullet.

Dark is the road we trudge.

Wicked are the masters that drive us forward.

Be prepared to kill and die for your freedom.

Shed fear, and armor yourself with hate.

Rebellion will only prevail if we transcend our limits.

[yourfriendlylocalpunk]

Dad please.

Dad

Dad

Look at the news.

Dad please.

Look at the news.

Look what they're doing

Dad, don't you care?

Please dad, say something.

Come on!

Where's the man who showed me the ramones? Who said fuck the school system, self defense is self defense? Who stood up for the little guy?

Dad!

Dad please!

Dad, you say you're on our side, you say you still stand for what you did when you were 20.

Dad please, I need you, I need you to get up and fight. They're bigger than ever before, don't abandon us now.

They're deporting people dad, don't you care?

Did the nice house and new car really turn you passive?

Dad please...

Dad, punk's not dead...

[yourfriendlylocalpunk]

Now is a time in which we are in no short supply of tyrants

Men who deem themselves above the rest of us

Men that forget their mortality

Now is the time to remind them

Let's kill a few more billionaires

Feast on their flesh, and leave whatever husk remains for the vultures, forgotten relics which will exist only in infamy in the society we can build together

Steel workers, strippers, accountants, engineers

The people. Together can be more

Together we will stand tall in our utopia, and we will place our foundation on the rotting corpses of dictators, a looming reminder of how Americans react to oppression

Take up arms

Reject the swill they shovel into our mouths

Learn from the past

And be prepared to kill for our planet

[yourfriendlylocalpunk]

Why should it be her burden to fix in me what they broke?

[yourfriendlylocalpunk]

The last of the cowboys died a long time ago.

Not in the gallows, or in some legendary duel.

He died in a hospital bed, alone, with nothing to his name.

But despite this fact, we see fit to ignore his death and dig up his corpse and drag it around the yard for our amusement.

How long do we have until our grandchildren do the same to us?

[yourfriendlylocalpunk]

Wake up.

Put on Dead Kennedys.

Lace up my boots.

Look myself in the mirror.

Spike up my hair.

Looks just like a fire.

Look into my eyes.

Nothing like a fire.

Sit down at the table.

Where did the fighter go?

The title holder that went round for round with the world.

Pound for pound, punch for punch, tooth and nail.

He was my best friend.

My sole protector.

Call me fighter.

Call me unstoppable.

Call me ungovernable.

One last time.

One last debut.

One last walk into the ring.

Feel just like a fire.

Call me fighter.

[yourfriendlylocalpunk]

I hate transphobic people. They fucking disgust me.

I'll be the first to admit because of the home I was raised in that the topic is still weird to me, and makes me slightly uncomfortable sometimes. But I still man the fuck up, shut my fucking mouth, and treat my fellow man as the human beings they are.

And some people can't do that much.

Out there, there are people dying in the street, starving to death because our society is so fucked that we go out of our way to make their lives harder, and we're getting our panties bunched over people trying to be their most comfortable selves? What the fuck is wrong with us? The world would be so much better if we learned when to silence ourselves. Trans kids aren't a problem, neither are trans adults. Or non binary people, so on, so forth. In a world that is on fire, eating itself from the inside out, we're still attacking people over something as simple and personal as Identity? God we're fucked.

[yourfriendlylocalpunk]

I am your guard dog.

You are the only one who can put me on my knees, and you are the only worthy master I can see.

I am loyal.

I am obedient only to you.

You are the only earthly being to possess my allegiance.

I swear my fealty only to you, all others are undeserving.

I would gladly let myself be put down if you held the needle.

Point me in whatever direction you choose and your commands will be executed to the letter.

No cost is too high for you.

I bare my canines, I gnash my teeth, I growl.

Yet you soothe me, and tell me I am worthy of love.

I will fight the world if you ask.

No cost is too high.

[yourfriendlylocalpunk]

It's pride month.

But that doesn't mean we've won.

The fight isn't over.

Just because Chappelle Roan got a record deal, it doesn't mean we can stop throwing bricks.

Just because the town over has a pride parade it doesn't mean that there aren't still people out there, who, if they had the option, would round us all up tomorrow, and either put us in brutal conversion therapy facilities, or outright slaughter us.

For being humans.

For being complex.

For loving.

For wanting to be our true selves.

We can't let them win.

We can't become complacent.

We can't sit on our laurels.

We have to keep raging, keep fighting.

We will fight in the streets, we will fight in the post office, at the bank, we will rally in our masses, and we will yell. We will kick, and bite, and scream.

We cannot allow there to be a day when they can write us out of history once more.