The day i gave up on punk rock

Profitable to everyone but me,
the pleasure to encourage
one's hate and agony.
Because the story behind
the bruises may be a lot worst
than the faded memory of
a story we've all heard.
To me it's all just common sense,
you don't talk of alcohol as
a friend when you know kids are listening
(Imitating what other kids
have come to fear and hate)
I don't want to be responsible
for the affliction of a sixteen years
old who's drunken father tends
to be violent. So I refuse to offer
myself as an uncaring prick.