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by Barney 

Posted: 11 September 2003
Word Count: 150
Summary: The yoof of today, eh? Tut tut.

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Wears rings on his fists like polished bottle tops.
His hair’s cut short – a tramline with no stops.

Smokes enough cigarettes for his stunted growth.
He’s a brace in his mouth and he lights them both.

He fancies the street corner as his own shop front
His footwork is nifty but his vocabulary’s blunt.

With his trackies and his baccy tucked into his socks,
He thinks he’s the man peddling weed and rocks.

If you glance at him twice he’s quick to the fight
He’s of the opinion two wrongs make a right.

Anyone over fifty he’ll push to the ground.
If he’s in for a penny he’s in for a pound.

He’s no respecter of age or beauty or wisdom,
Can’t stand the cliché? Well stay out of the kitchen

With a look that cuts that needs a suture,
I’m afraid to say this kid is the future.

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poemsgalore at 18:48 on 11 September 2003  Report this post
Sharp characterisation, and to the point. Pictures SOME of the youths in today's society brilliantly.

Felmagre at 08:30 on 14 September 2003  Report this post
Reading this made me think of 'rap' which somehow adds to the picture you have created. Is this the way you imagined it should be read and/or recited

Barney at 23:43 on 14 September 2003  Report this post
I think so, Fel. I particularly had in mind a Mancunian/Oasis-like accent.

Felmagre at 06:40 on 15 September 2003  Report this post
Then it works very well.

Ioannou at 13:10 on 19 September 2003  Report this post
This is great! The way it patters through, like street corner chatter. Love, Maria.

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