Thou Shalt Not Question their beliefs

"You're Not Punk and Im Telling Everyone"

Testosterone finances the décor; the anticipation palpable,
Bodies begin to line the walls as gender roles are heightened,
Fighting Feminism; Strongbow in hand.

Await no special treatment here; a sign of weakness within the ranks,
The layout reconsidered as Natural Selection accelerates,
Time to elect; Fight or Flight.

A hundred and eighty square feet; Chivalry abandoned to accommodate Ego,
Anarchical traditions upheld between sets,
Nothing ventured; Nothing gained

Equality clad in uniform denim; laden with intentionally obtuse statements,
Sewn at the hands of bewildered`Mothers,
Abandon the expectations; Facilitate the stereotype

Dreadlocks illuminated by the hue of paradoxical I-phones;
Crass set to screensaver
Privileged upbringings concealed beneath layers of ink,
Celebration of new wounds; Closely guarded upon their return.

Tales of squats recounted in Suburban homes;
The parody flourishes, Anecdotes exchanged between courses,
Punks not dead; Resurrected by the middle classes

The Daily Mail held in literacy esteem; Curtains twitching never questioned,
The perfect canvas for their duvet lead activism
Secret identities adopted; Rejection spurred by parental discontent.