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Poor Bastard Ghetto Child
Never mind boy
Toughness will come
Tigers will hide
Women will betray
Their boyfriend’s will
beat you
She’ll turn her
head away from
a Sons battle
while trains rumble
past your doorway
and blood soaks
and bones break
Poor Bastard Ghetto Child
Never mind boy
Toughness will come
Tigers are gentle
Women will run
Their addictions will
sicken you
They’ll cause the
feverish chills
of your battle
as trains rumble
past your doorway
and blood soaks
and bones break
Poor Bastard Ghetto Child
Never mind boy
Toughness will come
Tigers will fear you
Women will swoon
Their gentleness will
tame you
They’ll wipe away
the collected sweat
of your battle
as trains rumble
past your doorway
and blood soaks
and bones break
Poor Bastard Ghetto Child
Never mind boy
Toughness will come.
by
Tim Labbe
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