Daft Punk Verse and a flick of the V's

<p>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.</p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>What do you do with creativity when the bands you've fronted for 26 years suddenly call it a day? </span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>For me I simply mutated back to writing outrageous laughable poetry. </span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>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'. </span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>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. </span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>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. </span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Thirty-nine punk-life poems: fights drugs beer and girls plus a few other peculiarities thrown in too. What else would it be? </span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>A reviewer once said of my work: You sir are the best worst punk poet ever. I'll take that. </span></p><p></p>