Poem with a Pit

[angry_american]

As requested.


It's battery, without assault;
It's consentual mutual mutilation.

You mosh Because If you didn't mosh
you'd have to kill somebody
and you'd start
with
someone you loved.

It isn't a punk thing,
Punks think the world can change.
They mosh for hope,
mosh for justice.
There is no hope.
There is no justice.
This planet is hell.

It isn't about denying
the mean things people say about you,
it's about becoming them
even if you aren't.

So skip the foreplay,
skip the eulogy,
skip the conscious thought,
and bang your head,
run ruin in circles of destruction
tearing up your fellow man
like so much turf
pounded flat under your boots.

That is the only appropriate celebration
of the doomed lives we live
because we're going to fail before we start
punching, kicking, pissing
progress, and screaming
to the bitter end.

Dance to the dirge,
a black spiral of ashes
and twisted remains,
for the end of this stinking pointless world.

Get into the pit,
Die there, if you possibly can,
and skip the simpering
lingering, and bitter defeat
you can expect
if you live.

-FW