We bite
When people have something to say
Every second counts
Wires
In tune
Like a record player
Screaming at a wall
Die, die my darling
Wayfarer
Die alone
Wide awake on Lake Street
Black heart broken
Sunbelt scars
Where are they now
Red Sky
Navigation point
Where we’re going we don’t need roads
Atlanta
Doormat
You’re all welcome
The first 20 songs shuffled by my iTunes in the Punk genre. Submitted by Ryan Falls.
Verbatim Poetry 