Sam

What's going on with you young Sam, You used to be a sweet, nice man. Your hair looks like it's shards of glass, Those piercings make you seem quite crass, What's going on with you young Sam, Your clothes shout you don't give a damn. That stuff you smoke cannot be good, I see you feel misunderstood. What's going on with you young Sam, So proud of you were your dad and mam. Now all you do is you cuss and curse, And nick a quid from your mothers purse. What's going on with you young Sam, your always out for your next scam. You'll soon look back and see we're right, You'll ride this phase, your far to bright.

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.