Crazy Freaks

A Poem by Country Girl46

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.

© 2015 Country Girl46

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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! :))