Babyboomer dadda sees heroin in kiddo's drawer:
Stoned age never quite the pride of the Stone-Ager.
The X in Gen X a versus for an incomplete contest, of Gen vs what?
The clause to rebellion a band called The Ifs playing for thirteen people.
Ladies under grainy ill-umination of lampposts:
just girls those ladies, just skirts those faces.
Surrounded by the uneventful,
walking on at a pace in which pace is a typo for 'peace,'
you meet up with many 'hey, what's up?'s.
On a shady corner
a 'hey, what's up?' has a bigger idea than Powder Line Outage,
hands you a toy gun, asks you to trust him because that is no joke
and you both draw blueprints of Liquor Store Robbery Masterplan during
a long stare at the forthcoming criminal virginity loss.
“Smells like teen spirit” is a 1991 song whose expression drew from both angst and the ache for liberation. Its lyrical bawling became a staple modus operandi for the music of its era. It was a mainstream display of what had been boiling in the underground culture for a whole decade of loss and blackness (80’s), plus a depiction of the deviation from political rants / lovey-dovey ballads to a focused introspection, almost a journal page of its generation’s youth.