Clout

Always these goddamn
motherfucking commentators 
Always these facebook, Instagram, and twitter 
personalities, fueled by their echo chambers
driven by the encroachment of their 
self-diagnosed personality disorders
Not once will these people create anything
not once have these keyboard roaches 
doubted themselves, or spend all night
in the studio wondering if they maybe have
fallen short of something they wanted not 
fucking once
will these professional critics
drink themselves to sleep because they will 
never live up to their own
expectations.
They sit at home writing scathing reviews of everything
around them. comfortable
cozy
well rested and hydrated
and usually very horrific looking without snap filters
listing off random obscure bands from
past scenes and using those bands' efforts
like fucking all access hollywood passes
into our world.
like they deserve anything
never promoted anything just talked about how
much someone's favorite band sucks
fishing for hate like some kind of
desperate ex-girlfriend.

Clout
It's a very disturbing thing
Especially in a scene that likes to
wax antisocial tendencies
you see these punks and grinders and
metal freaks acting like bickering birds on a branch
it's pathetic, really
to so desperately vie for the adoration of hipsters and 
misshapen strangers on the internet
who devote their whole goddamn life being upset at
what someone else lives and bleeds and
cries over and throws their life away in exchange for
Clout
Is a coward's game. It's that dirty little
orgasm that everyone gets in their pants from time to time
it's something that affects us all and deep down
we really want it. It's the ones who act like
they don't, however
it's those miserable little talentless slobs
who really want it. They see it as a
process of elimination
a checkers game
desperately trying to discredit, disenfranchise, 
defame, do away with all other parties
so that they alone may be 
the grand overlord of punk and 
all things cool

Clout
And the ones who chase it
I'll never understand it
even as a teenager
I had real problems and the music was 
my lifesblood
I had zero time nor want to become involved
in rich suburban kid's classroom games
I have shivered alone on bus benches
I have broken into people's homes and garages
to pay for a 40 and a door charge
I have hit people over the head and taken their wallet
I have been raped and beaten and mangled and screamed at
and smashed in the head with liquor bottles
abandoned by those charged with my care as a child
I have seen men get their manhood forcibly taken from them
I have seen pregnant women smoking crack
I have seen 15 year old murderers and
12 year old car theives
I will support anyone trying to do something meaningful
with their life because I have seen and felt the
utter disquietude and violence of a meaningless life

Punk is a just a hobby
when you take the sanctity of 
the music out of it.
a shitty one.
nobody loves you
and your life is small
fucking MTV watching motherfuckers