The street is mine tonight.
The alley cats and strays,
That rule during the days,
Will meet their end tonight.
The rats that shuffle in the gutter,
Will not have time to gape or stutter,
No, not a whisper they shall utter,
My knife sliding through their chests like butter,
The street is mine tonight.
Even the spiders shall not rest,
For fear of daggers in their chest,
The crows are huddled in their nest,
I'm feared by all tonight.
The lowlife fear and dread tonight,
Quivering in their bed tonight,
Be careful what is said tonight,
Or risk losing your head tonight.
The street is mine tonight.
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PoetryI've written a lot of poetry, and I guess people should here it. Some are about me and my experiences but are mostly just poems.
