What if one of every...
Danced the stomp
upon heads of red, bald
under the sun of hate.
Big guys who need not
the force of more
to hold their own.
Come together
"Stomp"
As interviewed
tomorrow would be
done as today, yesterday.
Fifthteen seconds of say
that's enough to know
a good stomp is the way to go.
...And
The lone ones sit
in the dark corners
thinking a part of something.
Yes something that is wrong.
What if one of every...
Stood and taught
a lesson in...
"Stomp"
Author notes
When four guys are needed to beat down one.
Well then... What's the words I'm looking for?
Inbred loosers. PS. Poets in the past have been stereo typed as bispecticaled or little ol'men. Not anymore boys. Some of us are bruisers.
Please tell me what you think
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you made me laugh my bruiser brother!!
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