Grime In The Gutter Poem by John Sensele

I met a lad who was glad
To play truant
Making his culture sad
Trading and parading chaos and its mutant.

The lad crossed the rubicon
Plagiarizing at will
Playing pranks on a television sitcom
Where he incurred a boisterous bill in a dodgy deal.

Pestering pastors in his church
The lad lost his way
Upon finding himself in the lurch
Refusing doggedly to pray

Boasting he could turn night into day
Doing nothing of value
He reaped a nightmare on Friday
Upon realizing disasters to him came on cue.