Delinquent Poem by John Thorkild Ellison

When not making trouble or hanging round bars
They're revving the engines of their battered old cars,
Or else they're repeating in some small degree
Something that they've heard or seen on T.V.
They'll turn up the volume as loud as they can
And you bloody well wish there was some kind of ban!
To judge by their laughter and insolent stares
They probably think we're a couple of squares,
And that's what we are, so let us be glad
We're no longer young, delinquent or mad!