博客來A Collection of punk poetry, verse from the streets and the hard life, about everyday events that might affect us all, captured with a compassionate style that we can all empathise with.
What do you do with creativity when the bands you’ve fronted for 26 years suddenly call it a day?
For me, I simply mutated back to writing outrageous laughable poetry.
This all began in 1981 when I had an appetite for capturing silly situations in rhyme. Over the years, I’ve gradually stockpiled a substantial collection of what I refer to as ’daft punk verse’.
Unlike poets John Cooper Clarke and Attila the Stockbroker, I never had the nerve to perform my poetries live, choosing instead to put daft puerile rhyme to music with my band the Screaming Willies.
So, while deliberately flicking the vs at the poetry police, here’s my diverse collection of true-to-life punk malarkey, all captured in outlandish verse.
Thirty-nine punk-life poems: fights, drugs, beer and girls plus a few other peculiarities thrown in too. What else would it be?
A reviewer once said of my work: ＂You sir, are the best worst punk poet ever.＂ I’ll take that.
