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Heaps of trash

Covered with ash

A remnant of a lost world

Searching beneath, I dig deep

Find some breathing pieces.

My senses tingle

And my heart jingles

The infrared eyes rummage

Amongst the junk

Live a colony of punks

Steeped in the tradition of fucks.

They live in the moment

And not-care-a-damn to anyone

These are the OG's

And I find my mothership.

Stashed away from the galaxies

Ooorah--as it is called

Follows an orbit not for all

Absolute rebels at heart

I've come here to play my part.

By Nablai

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The beauty in the trash

Remnants of your golden times

Flickers of a long-gone past

Dumped, abandoned, and forgotten

Can you see a secret glint?

Do you smell a spicy waft?

Beneath decay lie shiny gems

Junk to you is life to me

Garbage holds eternity

And beauty hides in ugly trash

By jinnis

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Trash Punk has my plan flunked

As I sit in a can of whey

The giddy smell of ammonia

Drives the mosquitoes away.

The city is asleep

With the cats prowling deep

Punks are on the go

Does Cat-Punk all the rules follow?

Dystopian in its content

Trash Punk leaves much for dissent

At loggerheads with the punk-o-logy

This sub-genre is hard to beat.

By Nablai

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