Juvenile Delinquents?

 

 

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We live in a fine neighborhood with mostly old folks,
That have retired and don’t pull any practical jokes.
Lately some young people have moved in all around,
And brought in teenagers into our part of the world.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Juvenile Delinquents?

 

 

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I  hear those teenage boys out racing their car engines,
Across the street there acting just like very wild Indians,
Peeling out burning rubber like they really have no sense,
It seems like our neighborhood is full of juvenile delinquents.

Rev’ em up boys, the old man’s trying to sleep.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The young people drive through our area so fast,
With me thinking to myself, I’d like to kick their ass,
If I wasn’t so old and wrinkled, I just might give it a try,
But I really know they’d beat the crap out of this old guy.

Get you some big boy.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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They all have 2000 watt speakers in their hot rod cars,
Set on full base so they vibrate my whole house from afar.
Making my whole body tingle as they pass right on by,
As I think, “the idiots will damage their hearing on the fly.”

Blow out your eardrums while acting so dumb.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Two weeks ago, my doorbell rang on Saturday night.
I went to the front door and there was no one in sight.
I thought, “well I guess the door bell was on the TV.”
And went on back to my easy chair after taking a pee.

Let’s agitate the old man that lives here again.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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About midnight, the door bell rang again loud and clear,
And again I checked and there was nobody there.
I turned on all the lights out front and got my shotgun,
And walked out there so those kids would all run.

I’ll give those little peckerheads a scare.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I told Pam that the neighborhood delinquents were out,
Agitating the wrink asses on this night, there is no doubt.
Just last night it happened again and did my anger rile.
Pam said “calm down and just turn on the lights for a while.”

Settle down old man, it’s just the neighborhood kids.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I started thinking about my teenage years in my chair,
And I remembered things I did as a young man so fair.
As I recalled what I was like as a teenager with no sense,
I decided my agitators were really not juvenile delinquents.

Hey guys, let’s sleep out tonight and go swipe a couple of watermelons.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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But instead just red blooded American boys so fine,
Trying to find something fun to do in their spare time.
In fact, things I did were worse than these guys have done,
So I was more of a delinquent when I was very young.

Hey guys, let’s poke sparrows out of clothes line poles and put them in screen doors and then knock of the door.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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My blog, “Sleeping Out” will give you a quick view,
Of some of the awful rotten things that I used to do.
“Birds In A Bag” and “The Things We Did” are also blogs.
About bad things I did as a teenager delinquent Hawg.

He guys, let’s go on a scavenger hunt and get some eggs, then throw them at the neighborhood grouch’s house.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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So as a cranky old Hawg, I will now try hard to tolerate,
My neighborhood teenagers that on my nerves do grate,
As I know they are really very fine American boys,
Looking for a little fun doing exciting things they enjoy.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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By Bill

 

 

 

 

 

PS: I guess I was rotten to the core as a teenager. No wonder we got shot at with a shotgun a time or two. Please don’t go back and read what I did. “Fun Things” and “The Scavenger Hunt” should also be avoided.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thanks for reading Juvenile Delinquents?
Bill