Patriarch on a Vespa, by Emily Haines of Metric:

Promiscuous makes an entrance
Her mouth is full of questions
Are we all brides to be
Are we all designed to be confined
Buy ourselves chastity belts and lock them
Organize our lives and lose the key
Our faces all resemble dying roses
From trying to fix it
When instead we should break it
We’ve got to break it before it breaks us

Fear of pretty houses and their porches
Fear of biological wrist watches
Fear of comparison shopping
Dogs on leashes behind fences barking
Pretty little pillows on floral couches
Until our faces all resemble dying roses
Stop trying to fix it

Patriarch on a Vespa
Runs a red and ends up
Crushed under the wheel

City full of Cowards by Ron Hawkins, The Lowest of the Low:

I used to have a friend
Who skipped a maximum-security prison
And he used to call her Jasmine
He doesn’t call anymore
He spends six out of seven days drunk and passed out on the floor

And Jasmine got burned by her friends
Who said that she should go running after him
But she’ll never make that mistake again
Or so she says tonight
But she kisses his picture and turns out the light

A city full of cowards is this
We’d give ‘em just enough rope to commit
But there’s been too much wine under the bridge
And my eyes have become immune
To everything I take from you

You wander around on a crutch
Why don’t you just lay it down and shut up
With thoughts as pure as the driven slush
And a cool insanity
From everything you take from me

Get the pigs into the pen
It’s a pad-lock slapping sound
Put a shotgun to its head
And hit the ground
Separate the meat from bone
Take some care
‘Cause blood is everywhere

Waiting… salivating
Speaking… sink the teeth in
Sleeping… I’m too deep in
Digging… your way out of here

One more beer and I’ll go home
I’m hung-over with philosophies of every woman that I’ve known
And “sex isn’t sex”, and “love isn’t stone”
And I wish that I could relax
But another day has fallen through the cracks

Salesmen, Cheats & Liars by Ron Hawkins, Lowest of the Low:

I know the only feeling you have is rage
And I know I’d feel the same as you but
I think you better take a good look around you cos
You’re so pissed, you can’t even find your drink
Sometimes it’s wise
To know which way the gun is pointing
Before you yell, “I see the whites of their eyes”
Sometimes you’ll find
Your senses all disjointed by
The lines and wires
Of Salesmen, Cheats and Liars

Well she left, without one word of tenderness
And no one saw you cry but me and
Your friends heard you say, “good riddance I’m better without her”, but
‘Fess up, you thought about diving into the Don

Sometimes it’s wise
To know which way the car is going
Before you put the pedal down to the floor
Sometimes you’ll find
Your senses all disjointed by
The lines and wires
Of Salesmen, Cheats and Liars

Well hello friend
I caught you laughing again but, don’t worry
Your secret’s safe with me
It’s so strange
Everybody’s so caught up in
Worrying that, they ain’t what we want ‘em to be

Sometimes it’s wise
To know which way the gun is pointing
Before you yell, “I see the whites of their eyes”
Sometimes you’ll find
Your senses all disjointed by
The lines and wires
Of Salesmen, Cheats and Liars