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The Kid Who Talks Like a Guy

Down the interracial, middle-class block there's a kid who talks like a mature guy... using words only a grown-up man does, " It's awesome to be cool! Let's have a fist fight!" One evening, he drank from a can he thought was a soft-drink...no, it was beer! ah, he started laughing and throwing rocks, infurating the lady next door who let her dog loose.... Poor kid he was chased for blocks by a vicious poodle and as small as the dog was he mauled the volley ball he carried. " Get away from me, doggy! " he hollered by kicking his his legs and calling for help. News spread like fire and all the kids came to see what was happening. "Bring me my water gun, he told them... I got to shoot him down before he bites me! " And glancing at the agitated poodle showing his sharp teeth, he pressed down the trigger on his water gun saying, " I am a cop...freeze! You going to jail! " There was no hesitation on the dog's part, he ran as if chasing a cat who stole his bone.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 8/17/2011 2:51:00 PM
that was intense andrew thanks for posting! hope you win
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Date: 8/16/2011 4:21:00 AM
Wow, Andrew, a sad statement on what is happening to our "kids" now. Definitely burlesque with a twist. And to think he was taken to jail for using a water pistol! Great use of irony in a poem that makes a poignant statement on the effects of liquor on young people. Best wishes in the contest! Love, Carolyn
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