Disclaimer: I in no way claim ownership or rights to 'The Outsiders'. Heck, I don't even own a copy of the book!

I wrote this as a summative task in grade eight when we read this book as an alternative to Agatha Christie's 'And Then There Were None' (which I HIGHLY recommend). Thought I'd give it a post and see what kind of response I get. Hope you enjoy this tidbit of poetry, and please leave a review, no matter how short or long, to let me know what you think.


Trigger Time - The Final Thoughts Of Dallas Winston

by: MoonlightShadow-of-Darkness


Stay gold Ponyboy, stay gold..."
Those were the final words Johnny Cade ever told.

I said, "...That's what you get you little punk, that;s what you get..."
And suddenly it seemed my eyelids were wet.

I couldn't take it, so I ran, with unparalled speed.
I jumped in my car and it took off like a steed.

Aimlessly I drove without leaving a clue,
So that no one but me knew what I was planning to do.

Up ahead, I saw it; those flickering lights,
Of the old grocery store that was open late nights.

Clunk! Stupid car. No more gas for a getaway.
Not that I really hooped to do so anyway.

Johnny... Not again! Boy, get out of my head!
I reached for my heater and thought about the plan instead.

Stone-faced I walked in; didn't make a noise.
I hope y'all(1) can forgive me; my gang, my boys...

"Police!" yelled the cashier when he saw I was packing heat.
Guess that's one more crime to chalk up on the rap sheet.

I shouted, "Hurry up and hand over all your cash!"
Then I heard sirens and was off in a flash.

Rounding the corner I had reached a dead end,
But that payphone was saying to call my friends.

"Darry, you gotta(2) help me. The coppers, they're coming."
I saw them approaching so I took off running

To the vacant lot where this whole mess began.
It's really a shame that's the last place I'd stand.

The gang came running just as the fuzz were closing in;
I stopped at the streetlight and felt determined to win.

Drawing the object from just at my side,
I knew this was the time most people would hide.

But I had no desire to scream out in fear;
It wasn't my life I truly held dear.

Turning around I felt every puncture wound,
And I was certain that all my agony would have ended soon.

Just as life slipped, a cocky smile lit my face,
And with thoughts of Johnny, I slumped to the ground with my last dying grace.

(1)In prose, you all; (2)In prose, you've got to