Caryn got me thinking about how I would be at Poetry so I took a shot at it. I know behind and die doesn't rhyme, but I dunno it sounded poemish enough to me.

Disclaimer: I don't own The Outsiders.


A Greaser Creed

They Never cry, they always die,

Young ones always left behind.

The need to cheat, the need to steal,

The need to speed behind the wheel.

A fight, a rumble, Defend your friends,

Stick together to the end.

This is life, this is not greed,

This is simply a greaser creed.