"sruggling" poems
Behind the wall three lads hovered
with intent on stealing petrol.
Ever ready to take rather than pay
it was more than two pounds!
For just a single litre of unleaded
could it be jail they were headed.
Not new at this dangerous business
risking not only being caught.
But the chance it could catch fire
they didn't care it was free
Fancy paying that much for car fuel
stealing now that was cool.
Motorists sruggling to fill their tanks
the cost was far too high!
But the government kept putting it up
the gangs adding to the misery.
As the population began to really tire
their patience about to expire!
A time comes when the limit is reached
the human spirit is breached!
To much is taken with little given back
then society is on an unsafe track!
Criminals always ready to con and steal
the public always losers in the deal!
The Foureyed Poet.
Feb 19, 2011
Feb 19, 2011 at 3:46 AM UTC
I see a forlorn figure.
Eyes pensive and absorbed
Yet lost.
A smile sruggling
To deem positive.
A body lifeless,
Surrounded in an island
Of melancholy and woe.
Looking into a mirror
Was never good for me.
c.g.
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 12:18 AM UTC