Young, lonely guy in the ‘burbs hits on some truths while walking around, haunted by an ex or two. Most poems end with a line that sums it up, and often sounds like the lyric seventeen-year-old you would quote from your favorite band. For example, “Don’t worry my love, you haven’t messed anything up/ I was messed up way before you came along.” –Chris Terry (goofpunx.tumblr.com)
DIY punk rock
