Bad kids,
cigarettes glued
to their sneers,
bobbing up and down between
angst filled curses.
roaring along back roads
baseball batting mailboxes
with hideous laughter,
echoing amidst the splinters
sucking brews from pilfered cans,
open garages their storehouses
for free alcoholic hazes,
turning six-packs into pot bellies.
back seat smoke fests,
in a blueish wreathed cloud
as bubbling bongs burn buzzes,
till the bubble of a police car,
burst the bubbles of
their youthful innocence.
Guilty as charged
on all counts,
off to Juvie hall
where they will learn
better ways to be
bad kids.
Bronze trophy winner
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