I'll be your guardian angle
if they hurt you they'll be strangled
because they don't touch my children
you'll need to bail me out of prison
they may think they're being acute
that is, until they are subdued
if I am quick and they're obtuse
I'll leave them with a nasty bruise
then, if they don't run, they'll see
my glare will give them third degrees
it doesn't matter who is right
cause, in the end, I'll win the fight
so if there are haters in our mist
shank you, haters, for reading this
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryJust a bunch of poems I'm writing. They may not be any good but I like them. I'll try to update it every once in a while with one or more poems.
