Goths, emos, punks - the usual stereotypes
Smartarses, nerds - those who speak a load of shite
Star Wars fans, Trekkies - people who need to get a life
Chavs, EDL and idiots - the carriers of knives
Pretty boys, pretty girls - the incredibly fake mob
Middle-class prats normally called Mercedes or Rob
Actors and dancers - the self-pretentious pricks
The Facebook generation - LOL, LMAO and that is well sick
There are those who tweet and those who Skype
Their brains are slower than the fingers that type
Posers whom take off their tops at every interlude
The sickly teenagers with acne - vile and crude
The alternative crowd with their hair bright pink
With holes through their ears - what do they think?
The hip crew with their trousers half way down their arse
When you see their clothing, it looks such a farce
Sporty ones flash their muscles, emos flash their cuts
That one weirdo whose mind is full of smut
You almost feel sorry for him - the one with no mates
However, he licks your ear - that seals his fate
And then there's me, what can I say?
Well that's for another poem on another day.