Not Allowed

Motorbikes are not allowed

Out here where people stroll.

Smoking’s not permitted, either;

Fresh air is the goal.

Blasting music’s also banned

So peace can be enjoyed,

Which is why, right here and now,

I’m feeling so annoyed.

A motorcycle zipped on past

And stopped one bench away.

Two guys got off and took a seat;

There’s nothing I can say.

Their  music’s loud, their reefer stinks;

They’re coughing up a storm.

Behavior such as this is not,

Around here, quite the norm.

Yet lately I’ve been witness to

Obnoxiousness galore

And it appears that lawlessness 

Will happen more and more.

What’s not allowed is just a phrase;

It doesn’t mean a thing,

For nowadays it seems to me

Offensiveness is king.