Hoods

An old piece from the depths of the hard drive, written after the latest general election.

Hood raised,
Bat in hand,
Giving me that look,
I understand.

Your not to be messed with,
That’s right you’re ‘hard,’
You’ll win in a fight,
Playing your cards.

Jumping left and right,
Throwing punches and kicks,
Fighting for the money,
Waiting for the fix.

Trying so hard,
To catch the dragon you chase,
Not looking back,
Not looking at their face.

They’re just people,
A means of money or cash,
Not to be taken seriously,
You wont do anything rash.

Until they look at you wrong,
And you call your mates,
“There’s something going down,”
Give them the time and place.

And you’ll rush him,
With a glint of metal and a thousand tears,
You’ll see his blood run,
And you’ll see that for years.

You were just an experiment,
Of the right honourable Mr. Blighty.
That quintessential Englishman,
F*****g with society.
 

Reviews

[Matthew Smith]

For "an old piece", this was pretty well done. I enjoyed it--the scenes you've described are right from my scrapbook of memories. I really enjoyed the last stanza, particularly the last line. Nice rhymes, sir..

"To catch that dragon you chase" - I'd suggest shortening that into something else, though. It seemed slightly bulky and sort of interrupted the flow for a moment.

[DreyaArt]

wow, i feltlike i was literally watchin everything happen. I feel like anyone who has ever walked down a street in the downtown of a popular city, you could at least imagine this happening. Seeing the people chasing their dragons. Very nice.
thank you for writing

[Andrea Vargas]

The ending is my favorite part (:

[Shayla Sayer]

i, too, loved the ending...

[raindroplove]

good job :)

[Alice In My Own Wonderl..]

"Trying so hard,
To catch that dragon you chase,
Not looking back,
Not looking at their face."

This stanza was good. I really enjoyed this poem. Wonderful write. 100/100