Quincy Lehr


Alternative Rock Song
 
Drunker with each snifter downed
    And older by the minute,
You wonder where the trouble lies
    Despite your drowning in it.
The stereo is up-to-date
    And blares out the Replacements,
Taking you back to summer days
    You spent bombed out in basements.
 
This is the alternative,
    The hipster's rise to favor,
The halcyon year of jubilee
    The Alpha and Omega.
 
The girl's stacked up with silicone,
    A batshit crazy boozer
She'll ride you raw with expertise
    As long as you amuse her.
The lounge is laced with ecstasy.
    She fumbles with your britches
In lines and furrows other girls
    Had dug in blue-jean ditches.
 
This is the alternative,
    The advertising's target.
An angry generation still
    Makes money for the market.
 
An earring and a sticker on
    The bumper of a Lexus
Mark a demographic, an
    Expansion of the nexus.
There's punk rock on the radio,
    On cell phones and commercials.
There's punk rock in your hard-on though
    It's seeing some reversals.
 
This is the alternative
    To starched-up, stuck-up culture.
It dominates the boardroom like
    An avant-gardist sculpture.
 
A dream home heartache? Not so fast!
    You never were quite viceless.
The salary is 80K-
    The attitude is priceless.
A plutocrat in rented rooms,
    An erstwhile hand at protest-
Back on the wagon for a while
    So you can pass the drug test.
 
This is the alternative.
    The children raise their voices
In choruses learned from TV sets
    Insinuating choices.

   
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issue one november 2006
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