Punk Rock Girl...teen angst and strange

Miss Gin. . .'Punk Rock Girl' for me. . .Was (and still am) a H U G E fan of The Dead Milkmen. . .had some of their "dead" memorabilia tacked all over my walls and their Tee's to my breasts. . .Ouch. . .All time fave song:  "Ringo Buys A Rifle"; flip side to the Punk Rock Girl single. . .Here's my entry (written in 2011 which I felt fit this song). . .PUNK ROCK on BITCHES!!



~ a Car Jacking & other fun shit

I jacked my boyfriend’s car
as he was settling behind the driver’s seat.
He balked at my gun pointing in his face
cause luckily for him it wasn’t pointing at his dick.
***
I sped down the streets
85 in 45 mile zones
cause I was in a zone
the exhaust was like coke to my nose.
***
I pulled into parking lots
to liquor stores, drugstores, and grocery stores
to buy beer, tampons, and candy bars
with money I didn’t have.
***
I stopped at a stop sign
a beggar begged for some change
I showed him my gun
and he gave me his change.
***
I paid my mother a visit in jail
it reeked of her shamelessness.
The guard standing behind her
slipped me his tongue through a wink.
***
I walked into a bank
and withdrew all my ex-boyfriend’s money
from a debit card I stole from him
while he was passed out on my lap last night.
***
A song of *‘change of love,
and love is strange’
echoed from beyond my cell;
my boyfriend wants his car back.
***
I strolled into a pawn shop
traded my gun for a guitar,
my identity for “Jimmie” Hendrix.
Then I filled up my boyfriend’s gas tank.






*lyrics borrowed from the Pet Shop Boys

We pray to toys

I felt the end coming late enough
No more Christmas, no more hugging tough
The door was open but the inside wasn’t strong
I was trying not to cry, I knew it would be wrong.

You started going around the room, scratching the color off the wall
But you didn’t think that memories could fall
You had an illusion, seeing me with wings bigger than the sky
The truth is that I was trapped in a rope, not easy to untie.

And when I look behind I see a thunder coming to burn me
And when I look in front of me I see the sun trying to melt me
I’m between two dangerous lights, they are coming closer and I have no choice
We grow up quickly, I see our faces older, no time to play, we pray to toys.  .  

(If I go to sleep for an hour or something
Would you be next to me to see my eyes erupting?)

I never promised you a clock that would work all the time
All the moments we shared will save us from the crime
Now cover your eyes guns with your magic hands and fade away
There is only one last thing I expect you to say

Tell me that you’ll be alright and that you’ll come to see me when your hair will pass to grey
Tell me that you will not allow anything to make you obey
Tell me that if I miss you, you’ll be here to hold me wise
Tell me that if the world collapse, you’ll meet me at the moon as we used to fantasize.

And when I look behind I see a thunder coming to burn me
And when I look in front of me I see the sun trying to melt me
I’m between two dangerous lights, they are coming closer and I have no choice
We grow up quickly, I see our faces older, no time to play, we pray to toys.  

We pray to toys, we pray to toys, we pray to toys
But we never forget, we never forget
The small room we used to mess together….. together…we pray to toys, we pray to toys
Until we become two dolls one inside the other……


***I tried to write it like a song. Sorry for late entry Jen, but that wasn't easy!!

Guesss What Madame L! you smoked the competition!!
lol..seriously...thanks...i abso skookum loved your piece and am sure my choice would have been the same with 30...love ya doll!

Thanks so much Jin! Congrats to Frankie as well, honored as always to take part in the comps alongside all the great talent we have here!