During a short period of my life I came to be involved in the world of Punk. Piercing is an important issue in the Punk subculture. One day, as I was on the train on my way to the south of Sweden, it suddenly dawned on me that I actually knew Someone that had been pierced in a way that by far superceded any odd punker in the entire universe. I grabbed my pen and paper and wrote this poem, meat to become a song as soon as we find the right tune.
The Pierced King
A dangling chain
from a safety-pin
pierced through
your death-pale chin
Whatever you´re trying to say
with a pierced body and soul
whatever message you try to convey
it´s just a vain whisper in the storm
compared to the message I bring:
nails through His hands
nails through His feet
roman spear in his heart
HE IS THE PIERCED KING
Style witout pain
is shit and fake
cheap fashion stinks
so you wear a snake
Whatever you´re trying to say
with a pierced body and soul
whatever message you try to convey
it´s just a vain whisper in the storm
compared to the message I bring:
nails through His hands
nails through His feet
roman spear in his heart
HE IS THE PIERCED KING
Ten rings in your ear
and a pin through your nose
tattoos on the brow
cut and shredded clothes
Whatever you´re trying to say
with a pierced body and soul
whatever message you try to convey
it´s just a vain whisper in the storm
compared to the message I bring:
nails through His hands
nails through His feet
roman spear in his heart
HE IS THE PIERCED KING
Right hand with a nail
left hand with a nail
feet with nails
spear in the heart
Whatever He´s trying to say
through His pierced body and soul
the message He´s bringing to you
is whispering love to your storm
so receive nthe message I sing
nails through His hands
nails through His feet
roman spear in his heart
HE IS THE PIERCED KING
© Peter Ögren 1998