Graffiti

Running on cold dark streets lit by neon lights We raced like thunder under a moonless night A gang of four, bold lads we were Doing what we did best without a care Springing over fences with spray paint in hand Unto our target, a yellow wall we planned… to affix our mark and make a statement Pressing down on the canister to our hearts fulfillment Upon daybreak, the world can see Skill of our hands, the beauty of... graffiti!