Gangs

Feeling all alone,
Until a ghastly group comes along,
Reeling you in,
With their slanderous sins.

Spontaneously stealing,
And deviously drinking,
Furiosly fighting,
And secretly smoking.

Shooting random people on the rough road,
A gun in your hands on last bullet to load,
Thinking back at your actions make you ponder,
Though its too late for that since you're six feet under.