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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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Tevun-Krus #102 - TrashPunk
Science FictionWe put the Mothership in cruise control and travel further into the New Frontier of deep space, setting our eyes on a lonely world of junk and refuse. Ever the tinkerers, the people of this TrashPunk planet have somehow managed to build civilization...
