"Don't be here in ten years." – The Factory Line

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Crass, A Poem of Ordinary Havok

Crass, A Poem of Ordinary Havok

How truly painful it is to turn thirty,

And still wishing you were dead.

Once the age of discovery is gone

Once college is done with

Once you’ve outgrown punk

Or metal

Or hip-hop

And you stop fighting;

Doing what you’re told.

It is horrible,

It is crass Inching its way in the back of your mind:

It is the blank stare of a life less lived.

And I fear it is catching up to me.

Once you reflect upon yourself

Once you reflect upon your life

And realize

You didn’t go to war,

Or didn’t work for peace.

You didn’t look for art

Or science

Or a reason

Or a way

Not really anyways.

Wondering if your really tried

Wondering if you gave it all.

If you didn’t do it by now,

You might never will.

It is true.

And I am sorry,

That for every one of us that fights against destiny,

I’ve seen a thousand give up at the slightest sight of effort.

For every Jake Bannon

Every Ian Mackaye

Or Margaret Kilgallen

A million of us…

Headed nowhere

Running in circles

No moment sacred

None worth living.

The numbers are stacked up.

Ever faster,

The numbers,

Relentlessly moving forward

As Herds are gathered,

Ever closer together

Until we choke upon ourselves

And I am no fool.

I am well aware

That I am included in this.

Inching myself down the road

On my hands and knees

Forever clawing,

Forever trying to find a way

Before it all collapses…

“We are not pretty and we’re not rich,”

So it is true,

We are either grasping at straws

And the despair of hope

Or waiting to die with nothing to do

And we get to live to a hundred now,

How fucked we are.