30. outlaws

one more for the road. believe it or not there are more where these came from!

it is pretty facetious and silly; if you seek out any 'commentary' i think you will be disappointed.

30. outlaws

from the start i was running from goodness
from the start i was chasing the blame
but try as i did i was always the kid
with the manners the mercy and shame

the powers relentlessly praised me
for the hopeless bland state of my child
and though i've grown older the trail's run cold:
i'm no less obnoxiously mild

but at sixteen said mildness near killed me
and it took on the shape of a crime
i was shunned by my peers for my CNN tears
and my reeking of pacifist grime

for a child who seeks fairness is charming
but a teenager deeply naive
and an adult who seeks basic healthcare for all
is an adult in need of reprieve

so i first tasted life as an outlaw
and i finally tasted the blame
i didn't go in for the sex or the drugs
but the rock and roll got me, the same

i confess when i met you shocked me
i was rocked by your criminal mind
that shoplifting habit seemed roughly akin
to the armoured assault of the blind

i was short of the change for a train fare
you said, 'why not let's ride anyway'
so i broke my first law, and in one minute more
a policeman was striding my way

he let me off quick to berate you:
guess i've one of those girlish expressions
that permits me to suffer for crimes of free thought
but negates my more candid transgressions

now a gentleman can't pass a schoolyard
without summonses coming his way
but the masters of banking can't hold off their wanking
in thoroughfares every day

and the sergeants and sheriffs, they flocked to you
but in all of their frenzy they missed
your most glorious crimes through the layers of slime
and depravity mired in their fists

and you smirk when i say that we're outlaws
we're as small time as ever you saw
but we're biting the hands that forcefeed us this shit
from the ends of the arms of the law

if i knew how to live for the both of us
i'd do everything that i could do
but my socialist bent and aversion to rent
is as much of a problem as you

still, i don't much mind living as outlaws
and i've warmed to the flavour of blame
the drugs bore me still, but the sex has improved
and the rock and roll still feels the same.