'Letter to the Lazy'
Dear Punk Girl,
I call you girl-that's what you are. you buy all the man-made stuff. you give NOTHING back. you waste your life. you buy out.
too poor to make change-HA! how much were those boots? how much did you get for pink, made by Thai hands, not US made, boots? and where do you wear them? huh? WHERE DO YOU WEAR THEM?! not to change the world, not to break glass. you don't wear them out in the fire, in the black, red cruel world- step, step on germs and filth and blood roads- you wear them home.
you hide your pink, "punk" boots, that Liz said were bust. that EVERYONE loves. do you love them? do you love you? course you do. but you need to get off your ass. get out of the Buy state of mind. get in, crash in, throw your-self in with those boots and make some noise, like bright. fight what you hate with these boots. don't you dare sit back and buy and sink in, with those boots on you're feet, perched in the cage that you hate and stayed in.