A/N: Well, here you go, a poem for 'The Outsiders' (an extraordinary book, by the way). Oh, and please, don't ask. I wrote this for English, and had nothing better to do with it so, here it is. I'm sorry if it's so cheesy that you can smell the fumes from your computer room, but... I don't care. No one knows who I am, so what have I got to loose? Oh yeah, igore the 'O's. They're just there as spacers.
Obviously I don't own 'The Outsiders' or I wouldn't be here.
Summary: One shot poem. Told in Ponyboy's perspective. Short summary of chapters up until Bob's murder.
Review if you want. It would be nice, but I'm not really expecting much. Enjoy!
Just Stop
It's not our fault we were born in the East;
Dropping out to get a job,
Poor, but proud, watching sunsets too
We need the money, what else can we do?
O
Drugs in dark alleys, rumbles galore
Drag races for fun, holding up stores
We're not hoodlums; just Greasers,
It's only for protection that we carry our heaters.
O
Then one day, the night my life would change,
Five Socs drove in, wanting revenge.
Ignoring sense, ornery and soused
Into the fountain my head was doused.
O
As I began to drift away,
A switchblade flashed and a price was paid.
My journey to a better place to be –
Stopped
And his blood flowed free.
O
On the ground, gasping for breath,
I suddenly realized with dread –
And while my head still hurts and the truth is raw,
We hatch a plan to defy the law.
A/N: Like I said, I'm not expecting much, but some reviews would be very much welcome and appreciated.