John Lydon and PiL. I consider John Lydon the greatest Irish poet of the 20th Century. His prose is cruel, ruthless, honest, and truthful. It's never sweet, romantic, nor does it ever provide the metaphysical lies required to assuage our brutal existence; it's a brutal assault on our preconceived desires...
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Don't you worry Worry no more Your own holocaust to wallow in Exaggeration in story telling Merely a statistic in this latitude
Don't you worry These words are like bullets They go straight to my head And I grow on greed, with the mother of invention
Don't you worry These words are like bullets They go straight to my head The fruits of life Gave me dysentery
These words are like bullets They go straight to my head Keep an ear to the ground Only flesh is earthbound Don't you worry no more Worry no more