

GangsterPoet
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GangsterPoet posted an update 3 months ago
I love
Lost control
and wrote a poem on the wall
with
a
tommy gun
Spun
How it sung
the
acoustics
of
holes
Ones and zeros
with
real hearts
and souls
Straight from
the heart
straight from
the soul
Making holes
thinking
of the holes
into which
went
all the souls
I love
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GangsterPoet posted an update 3 months ago
How a Bad Joke Started
White guy walks into a bar…
Crip walkin-talkin
Cray
Hands aligned into
Stacking
gang signs
WTF
The patrons fucked
him up. Following
a flow
of
Racial epithets. He perhaps regrets.He got beat
senseless
lookin
all
depraved and/or ridiculous
upon
The pavement - Cold. They beat himwith sticks
&
Stomped himout
Like a redhead…
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