the radio has crazy colors

and a wicked design

letters scream "straight edge"

but what does that mean

 

once you were so you say

i just glanced at another piercing

and your new tatoo

but maybe thats not what you mean

 

i have sat in daze

and know you shared my disease

but the drugs mean nothing

as we are straight edge

 

some nights you have kissed and hugged me

others you have licked labia

your friends say you are good

so i know you are straight edge

 

Poems of depressing frustration