i saw this kid today
he said his name was george
he was not driving or walking
instead he rode a skateboard
he had eyes just like venom
and a face just like a boar
he said his dad had just stopped drinking
but his mother's still a *****
he asked if i had a warm dry place
that he could call a floor
his shirt was violent and wild
i guess you'd call him poor
but i invited him up the steps
i hailed him through the door
and that's all that i can think of yet
so i cannot write anymore
some reason i am rhyming today
so i thought i'd rhyme one more