My uncle’s a punk rocker.
He thrashes his guitar.
He shouts into the microphone.
We think he is a star.
He has a cool mohican
and an armful of tattoos.
He wears a leather jacket.
He don’t care about taboos.
My uncle’s got a gang of mates.
Some people find him frightful.
To us he is an idol.
We consider him delightful.
He may not have a ‘normal’ job
like doctor or attorney.
To others he’s a reprobate.
To us, he’s Uncle Ernie.
Joshua Seigal
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