Talk about being bummed!
by Hezekiah Allen Taylor

my childhood is dead
literally
it went on little bat wings
with Joey Ramone
who ironically succumbed
to the same disease
as Jackie O.

I think about his deadpan delivery
his greasy hair
those black jeans
and I'm so unhappy
that punk will forget him
devour him
the way it does musicality
and poetry
and sincerity

and replaces it all with hunger

but I know that Joey himself
would be tickled pink

Francine's Version -- Hezekiah's Version -- Inspiration
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