Life is Boring

punk mantra

Photo by Luiza Lubińska on Unsplash

LIFE IS BORING

My spirit soared beyond and back
Emotional turmoil, angry rants
The stage, the center of the world
Electric shock and microphones
Smacking lips with sweat and spit.

She said, “It’s where I belong,”
With misfit toys, the boys, the girls,
Apartment’s a wreck
Up ‘til dawn
Humming a tune, a punk rock song.

They’re banging the ceiling, “Go to bed!”
Can’t get the words out of my head
Speaking true, it’s no lie
Life is boring, then you die.

I lived that way for several years
Black t-shirts and leather slacks
A costume that never gets old
A badge of honor to never change.

Intoxicated on Aqua Net
Liner thick around the eyes
Hair a mess, a wet kiss
The heel of my boot upon your chest.

I survived on minimum wage
And waiting tables at some dive
The bartender called me “Babe”
No ID needed, I’m a VIP.

It’s hard to believe those were the days
Of self expression running wild
Creativity pumped boiling hot
The punk aesthetic really rocked.

They’re banging the ceiling, “Go to bed!”
Can’t get the words out of my head
Speaking true, it’s no lie
Life is boring then you die.
Amen.
© 2026 Stephanie M. Vargo