He was tough hard as nails
Done his tour canes and jails
Had a look even Angel's felt sting
Heard the doc cut his cord
With a samurai sword
Setting free the next underworld king
He had charm and good looks
Set up dealers and cooks
He could run long before he could walk
Women are from his hand
None recieved the gold band
Had more faces than any town clock
There was violence most nights
Loved the thrill of the fights
Had a story for every deep scar
What he wants he would take
Had a house by the lake
With a pool and his own private bar
There's a price to be paid
All the nerves he had frayed
Took control as he stood in the dock
He was sent down for years
Who would take on these fears
There's a queue stretching miles round the block
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True but with a wonderful mythological twist. Love it.
You sir are a top man
Thank you big chap
Truly appreciate such encouragement
I love this tale, so descriptive! There are so many favorite parts of this poem, I can't pick just one! You are doing phenomenal work on your poetry!!
Many thanks as always Christina
Your comments are uplifting inspiring and very much appreciated
Very nice poem, peto.
Thank you hzugman
Truly appreciate your time to read and comment
Much obliged
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