Crazy Freaks

Those crazy freaks are out every night
Tearing up the town, back seat driver
Hanging on tight, ducking out of sight.
Then in the parking lot, spins the tires.

Then they go spray painting the bridge
Right on top of that old ridge
Then head to the back of the woods
To join the rest of the brotherhood.

They made plans before heading back.
Like going to play poker, Black Jack,
And maybe roll a dice or two, even felt
Lucky, of course, lucky hand was dealt.

Those crazy kids, they'll never learn
They're gonna get their butt burned
Now broke, but still had fun like before.
Chicken in the back seat, walked past the door.

Hitchhiked on his way home, didn't
Know what the rest were up to.
He wanted to make it back in one
Piece, still had a life to live, too.

Moral of the story: keep away from these crazy freaks,
Before they scare you, and behind, you leave a wet streak.

Reviews

[Moonie]

Haha, you have a nice humour and vocabulary at your command. I really enjoyed this bus ride!! The rhymes really added that required punch to it! I could picture this unruly bunch easily, with the less crazy lot sitting in the back seats.
Thank you for sharing such an amazing poem! :))

[Country Girl46]

Ty, for taking the time to review. Glad you enjoyed it.

[Confuser]

I liked it very much....quite a "ride"....thank you very much.....Hope a lot of kids read this...very good work. Thank you...Dale

[Country Girl46]

Thanks, Dale

[Confuser]

You're welcome!

[Kristan A. Mohammed]

This is really cool. I really liked how your lingo in the piece is kind of juvenile and reflects on the crazy freaks. Good job. Stay inspired.

[Country Girl46]

Hey, us older folks used to be as crazy as some of you you.get ones. Lol. Thanks for reviewing and glad you enjoyed it.

[Kristan A. Mohammed]

Your welcome. And you older ones are the crazy ones. Lol.

[Country Girl46]

Can be to a point. Some of us don't want to age so refuse to grow up