I hate vandals, I hate thugs!
Especially the spray paint toting ones
The so-called “ Graffiti Artists”
Who leave their stupid tags everywhere?
As a symbol of their daring
On someone’s gate, on someone’s walls
Even on the side of public trains
Intricate swirls, cupful motifs
Declaring their bravado
Often under the cover of darkness
From the silly to the intricate
From monochrome to a kaleidoscope
Some say its graffiti Art
I say it isn’t for I have yet
To find a Ken Done,
A Pro Hart or A Mona Lisa
Hanging in a public place
For all to see