There are delinquents in the library,
The basement and upstairs.
They put their feet on tables,
And build forts out of chairs.
Ungodly colors of their hair grow long
For all even the boys.
For we all know that a good kid
Is never neglected toys.
Who gave them to us? You might ask.
It's the question for us all.
But all I ask is you understand
There is a downfall to us all.
We take what we can cause it won't be given
That's the lesson we learn.
And if delinquent is the name we get
We just won't call in return.
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Delinquents
PoetryWhat's our story? We are just a group of Delinquents that no one expects to do well. In reality, the only 'trouble' we get into will probably get us laughed at and encouraged than into any actual trouble.
