Scott Thomas Lowe POETRY "Sunset Punks" I see you died your hair pink Put an icepick through yo lip just because your breath stinks Still don't make you hip You say there is no future For you there is no present I have no time for you sir You stupid fucking peasant You got spiky hair You got emty eyes Your old lady looks Like one 'a th' guys God save the Queen He can't save you You think you're like James Dean Well, he's a dead man too! You got no taste You got no class You got two dozen zippers All over your ass Goggle eyed blue gum honyonk zip zip pcp blawwwwww Scott Thomas Lowe © Copyright 1979, 2004, Scott Thomas Lowe.