by Chris Haley
(Templeton, PA)

I got beef with you
you got beef with me.
I'll shoot you
you shoot me
and ruin multiple families.
I remember hearin' Timmy an' Tommy cry
because their daddies died.
I remember the day that I grew up.
After i seen Timmy shot 5 times.
You should of heard the wines
of the wives of the men
that ruined their children's lives.
Everyone cried and wonders
who's next to die.

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Feb 01, 2012
good shit cuz
by: Anonymous

good poem bro

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