Evelyn Judy Buehler Poet Rhyme

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East End, Where the Toughs Hang Out

If you want to find out what it's all about,
Go to East End, where the toughs hang out;
Where street-smart girls, their skirts unfurled-
Through the wicked streets whirl.

Nights down there-always stark,
Hipcats smiling in the dark;
And the sun shines down through all the days-
Down on wayward ways!

Dead flowers lie in the street,
As people run from the heat.
Rose tattoo and butterfly;
Ruby lips; mascara eye.

Motorcycles in the mist,
Flashing lights; clenched fist;
They move as if in a craze,
Through the city's maze.

In the streets and alleyways, they clash,
Seasons change with a splash,
But, warriors ever, ever advance-
Though they haven't a chance!

If you want to find out what it's all about,
Go to East End, where the toughs hang out;
In leather pant, and faded jean-
It's noplace, if you get what I mean.

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Gershon Wolf December 7, 2019 at 9:08 PM Like the way you started---and ended this, Evelyn. Real dead-end kids those. Once they were a mother's little baby---and now. It hurts to think about what they've become... Thanks, Gershon Evelyn Judy Buehler December 7, 2019 at 9:40 PM You're welcome, Gershon, and thank you for your insights. I am joyful that you liked it. If one young person reads this and changes their mind, then it was worth it! :)

Anne-Lise Andresen December 2, 2019 at 5:10 AM - A great poem ... I don't feel comfortable in such places, Evelyn - hugs // Anne-Lise :) Evelyn Judy Buehler December 2, 2019 at 11:38 AM LOL! Neither do I, Anne-Lise. Thank you for your nice comment-hugs// Evelyn :)