I used to be a badass punk, <br />Saying “f…” to the middleclass masses; <br />But, now I drive a four–by-four, <br />Wear slacks and bifocal glasses. <br /> <br />I used to be a badass punk, <br />Protesting about capitalist tension, <br />But, now I shop at M and S, <br />And worry about my pension. <br /> <br />I used to be a badass punk, <br />Who dyed their hair for kicks, <br />But, now it’s grey, and falls each day, <br />Into my Wheetabix. <br /> <br />I used to be a badass punk. <br />Who lived for anarchy, <br />But, now I recycle carrier bags, <br />And drink Fairtrade, organic tea. <br /> <br />I used to be a badass punk, <br />Who pogoed to the best, <br />But, now I’ll have a quiet night in, <br />Watching TV in my vest. <br /> <br />I used to be a badass punk, <br />Who gave two fingers to the Queen, <br />But, that was just so long ago, <br />When I was seventeen.<br /><br />Teedy Dawn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-used-to-be-a-badass-punk/
