Down here in the lower Antipodes
lives a creature known as hoon,
despised by cultured societies,
it’s a dense disinhibited loon.
East, west, you’ll find it tripping out,
and moreso in the wet weather;
the inclement compels it to skid about
driving me to the end of my tether
Its odious exhaust and rubber pongs
are a regular occurrence at night
and the sonic boom of its rap-crappy songs
wakes the living and long-dead in fright
I’d love to pounce as it swerved by
and teach it a really good lesson
by assailing it with sounds of billy ray cy
and james blunt, 24/7
Its misfiring brain disregards my death stare
as it doughnuts into the the turn
it gives not a toss – why should it care?
when it’s got new rubber to burn
Are drugs to blame for this sorry tale
of a bogan so devoid of remorse?
No, it’s just an epigenetic epic fail,
unintelligent design, of course
beeblu blog 
Brilliant! I so concur with what you have said – I have them here where I live as well…
The pests are universal! Thanks for your comments. I have been reading your blog and really enjoy your writing, so I hope you don’t mind me adding you to my poetry blog. Cheers bb.
I love the way you describe them here.
They are part of the selfish “don’t worry baby…you’re special!” generation.
They sicken me because they think that they are better than everyone else and care only for their own self satisfaction.
You’ve summed up the nature of the beast succintly. bb
apt piece.
Thanks, Jingle.
This poem has a fantastic flow and makes for a really enjoyable read! Thank you! 😀 xx
Thanks, Chloe – glad you enjoyed it 🙂
Loved this–those hoons are so damn annoying!
Good job here describing those beasts.
Gayle 😉
Thanks, Gayle 🙂 Glad you enjoyed it. bb.
i love the combination of a more traditional rhythm and a poppy modern vocabulary 🙂