Caryn got me thinking about how I would be at Poetry so I took a shot at it. I know behind and die doesn't rhyme, but I dunno it sounded poemish enough to me.
Disclaimer: I don't own The Outsiders.
A Greaser Creed
They Never cry, they always die,
Young ones always left behind.
The need to cheat, the need to steal,
The need to speed behind the wheel.
A fight, a rumble, Defend your friends,
Stick together to the end.
This is life, this is not greed,
This is simply a greaser creed.