SEX PISTOLS

Tattoo ink , used condoms , and unfinished beer

A cigarette hangs from SIDS' mouth

Screaming blasphemy by the

orgasmic sensation, 

unleashed by a

chick by whom he

had found in

a lonesome

gas station

  (Such a beauty) bright rosy - pink lips, wrapped onto the cheap leather jacket , extremely drunk

 she claimed that she had stolen

it ,gaining an altitude of power

 ...the heels had stunned the

over-sexualized rocker,

 Sid .

Snorting from a tabled glass

Empires by the highest type of class

 

Coccaine and ripped jeans; evidently tainted and bleached Injecting their arms by sin and mucus swirling its' wicked magic by the weakened vein       

Ejaculation - the color of infection and disease. enjoying the sensual bite and the chicks' fitted figure; writing whimsical lyrics within his mind.

Band members - sit on their asses high as the gifted scholar , staring off into delusion and false visions .

Writing                                With                              Whoa

STRINKING the notes brutally! 

Causing the pain and fury WITHIN nail chips

 as the moments advance quicker and louder.

The strings damage their ears to throat.

Blood splattering from a British

mouth and tongue for

Heavy Metal Art.

             

Head banging by their talents and Finishing their heated moments Shouting FuckYou to the infamous media

abusing

the young

heart of

Woman

THE SEX PISTOLS

Reviews

[♔ CrownedDevil &#..]

Interesting write. Nicely written.

Kaze~

[Saddam]

I like your style of forming and generating such kind of poetry. Great job dear.

[Nusquam Esse]

Definitely a solid homage to the Sex Pistols. Unfortunately I have not listened to much of their music, since it is not exactly in my taste. Regardless, even someone like me must acknowledge their impact. This has a large number of grammatical and punctuation errors... but I can't help but think that in this case, they may be deliberate. If you want me to list em off, let me know; but I am otherwise going to assume that they are meant to stand. Thanks for sharing!

[Baby Ricochet]

Ya gotta hand it to a band that got paid not to make records and got a banned song to #1 on the British charts.
Extra kudos to John for having a brain.

[Shaquana Adams]

Interesting and insightful. Nice work :)

[Frieda P]

Holy smokes, this one flipped me over and slapped me upside the head, potent read, enjoyed!

[Leigh]

Your poem reflects the raw, aggressive energy and immediacy of the Pistols that served a decade of teenagers with nowhere else to go. I remember the arrival of Punk very well, one minute it was flared jeans and petula oil, the next it was zipped bondage trousers and hate, seventies rock was destroyed over night and suddenly everything else was boring and unacceptable.

[Tina Louise UK]

wow...crazy insightful read. Good job hun :) x

[Coyote Poetry]

I lived this time. I went to London in 1978 to 1980 and I saw the great concerts. The days of "should I stay or should I go" were the good days. People were crazy and were not concern with death. A powerful poem. You took me back to my days when being 39 years old was too old and people reached for real freedom in thoughts and action. No weakness in the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[A. Amos]

I love this work of yours, remind me what music was all about...Sex pistols were freaking amazing..respect