Ant Smith

All poems

I cant believe it's not punk rock

From
Jonny Rotten to Iggy Pop
I can’t believe it’s not punk rock
And next the slits will sell tampons
Get your two for one wide on

The
Clash weren’t taking the bastard piss
When they hinted towards this
Turning rebellion to franchise
London’s Calling so BT cries

I can’t believe it’s not punk rock
I can’t believe it’s not punk rock
I can’t believe it’s not punk rock
Nice
Pension plan you fuck

Ever
Fallen in love with Red Mountain?
Ever fallen in love with Red Mountain?
Ever fallen in love with Red Mountain?
Do New York Bagel’s give you kicks
As you consume to punk rock riffs?

Will
Sweet Suzy Sioux be selling shoes?
Will the Dammed be wooing you?
When a charity needs some grease,
Will Ian ury’s bones be fleeced?

I can’t believe it’s not punk rock
I can’t believe it’s not punk rock
I can’t believe it’s not punk rock
Greasing wheels with your cunt-ry life
You cu-uunts