Wild Poem by Daniel Hooks

Wild

Your hair looks like its been combed by a bush backwards
Your clothes are a mishmash of decades of fashion
Your actions are reckless and rude
You only carry off your look cause you’re a dude
You walk down the street, people shout abuse
But your equally obtuse
you give them what for
with words that become the final straw
you are fighting an ego war with you and your brothers.
your rebel outlook
has got you reading anarchists books
you can give out the meanest of looks
that would sour the freshest of milk
or wilt any flower in its prime
but women seem to give you all the time
to get in their knickers
but you will always being running away
from their husbands in your worn out kickers
and being out of control you will always be on the dole
you’re a rebel so why are we so beguiled?
You even act like a child!
But maybe its because you are so wild and free
and you lack any real responsibility
that’s why we admire your desire and heart of fire!