Poetry Of The Deed

They're coming out of the walls, they're coming up through the streets
They're quicksilver racked by some invisible beat
Right outside of your door the very stones come alive
They are the spring in the step, the distant look in the eyes
Put your Baudelaire away and come outside and play
Me and all my friends are poets of the deed
We're exactly what this country needs
We scratch until we're drunk, we drink until we bleed
We are what we believe
Pentameter in attack, iambic pulse in the veins
A free verse powered of the street light mains
An Iliad played out without a shadow of doubt
Between the end of the club yeah, and the sun coming out
Leave Kerouac at his desk, we have romance in our risks
Me and all my friends are poets of the deed
We're exactly what this country needs
We scratch until we're drunk, we drink until we bleed
And here's what we believe
Before we get bored, let's be inspired
Let's ignore the applause and set the theatre on fire
Fight every war like the drunks in the choir
Put our art where our mouths are
Poetry of the deed
Enough with words yeah and technical theses
Let’s grab life by the throat and then live it to pieces
We can choose, we can change
And if we don't, we're just afraid
Of living life like we're loved and in love and alive
to all the things we could be if we just believed that
Life is too short to live without poetry
If you've got soul, darling now come on and show it me
Life is too long to just sing the one song
So we'll burn like a beacon and then we'll be gone