Insolence runs rampant at a neighbor's house, children
gather together just to taunt an elderly couple.
Disrespectfully shouting insults, vandalizing their
home and vehicles for absolutely no reason.
Two ringleaders bully younger children into imitating
them.
Always running the neighborhood, no adult supervision
anywhere - not even for the very young children visiting
them.
A leader's mother, always searching for him, without a
clue about the trouble he's causing.
When told what's going on, she starts cursing like a
sailor, calling the elderly people - White Trash!
There's no wonder at all where the son gets his
disrespectful, vandalizing ways - all clues point to
his mother.
(3: 05 p.m. - 12/22/08)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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