The Punk Soliloquoy, based on something overheard at the Bullfinch:

Punkier than thou, are we?
I’m in college and you’re in technical college and you’re a high school dropout?
I have a lousy job and you don’t have any job and you’re a slave.
I smoke too much and you drink too much and you have a drug habit and you’re a crack baby and you died of an overdose.
You’re a ’77 punk and you’re an ’87 punk and you’re a ’97 punk and you’re the son of a ’67 punk or the grandson of a ’57 Teddy Boy.
So I don’t rate standing next to you watching some band in this toilet?