Antisocially Speaking Poem by George BernardBloodyShaw

God, it annoys me
tho' he don't help.
I'm no whelp
for what I now see,
kids in stolen cars
they think they're stars.
Night club drunks
on a Friday night
looking for a fight
and that's only
the women....
An omen
for life to be,
I'm glad I'm old.
Part of my story
told
of what I see
the country coming
to be
a social
catastrophe,
a fee
being paid for
by society.
It seems to me
a problem quite hoary
that powers to be
still allow these wallies
to run free
usually paid for
by you and me! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !