I'm so glad you found me,
Fighting in the streets that day,
Now I can be what I am,
And of course get paid.
No more stealing and drug dealing,
Just good old fashion thuggery,
Paid by you mother handsomely,
To keep your mistakes away.
(He spread you legs,
But I'll slit his throat,
You pay me for this pleasure,
Your parents find me perfect.)
I never knew such a thing existed,
But what a wonderful job I say,
Violence with a meaning,
And money to pave the way.
Author notes
New job. Very happy.
Comments
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haha..
Fantastic. I'm not sure exactly what your job is, but I like your writing style. Some rhyme and rhythm yet it doesn't take on a boring form that is seen in a lot of classic poetry.
Very unique.
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