Author's note: Just a short little poem that i wrote cause i was bored. Its choppy, it don't rhyme, it might not flow i dont care. I write fanfiction not poetry so this is what happens. Enjoy or not. But if you flame me i swear i will hunt you down and pelt you with timbits(small bite size donuts only in Canada) So, watch out. Sides that, have fun. Oh and if i didn't scare you with my threats please review. :D
More than Hoods and Greasers
Sanguine asphalt stares back at them
The moon flickers while shadows play across the sky
Everything is silent
Empty cars with cracked windows
Missing shingles on weather torn houses
They walk undisturbed by the eerie onset of dusk
Living on the wrong side of the tracks
Just a group of seven soon to be five
None too important to the world
Not a penny to their name
With broken homes and greasy hair
That's how it is and how it will be
Alone in this high ranking society
Just a switchblade in their back pocket to keep them safe
They prowl together in gangs
Lurking on the north side
Clad only in jeans and leather
Cigarettes lit, they wait in the alleys and in empty lots
To rise up and reclaim their respect the only way they no how
They are more than hoods and greasers
They are the outsiders
AN: LMAO omg im sorry i posted that. lol o well. its 1:00 in the morning and i'm posting it anyway. HAHAHA sorry everyone. : )