This poem is pretty self-explanatory, but in case you don't understand, it's about this totally rude jackass I saw at the Long Beach farmers market. Just because you have tattoos and a Social Distortion t-shirt, that doesn't make you a real man. Besides, Social Distorition is punk rock for girls, but that's another story for another day.
Point your cursor in this direction to read the poem.
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