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,
Returning you to summer days
+++++++You spent bombed out in basements.

This is the alternative,
+++++++The hipster’s rise to favour,
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
And tracks the furrows other girls
+++++++Had dug in blue-jean ditches.

This is the alternative,
+++++++The advertising’s target.
An angry generation still
+++++++Spends money on 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 vice-less.
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 your drug test.

This is the alternative.
+++++++The children raise their voices
In choruses learned from TV sets
+++++++Insinuating choices.