Big Trouble Poem by Chey Tru Love

Big Trouble



I gotten in to Trouble
But none like this
Now im left with the bruises
The Knockouts the fist
The pain is mental
But ican feel it all over
On punishment for a century
Till the end of october
Ive thought it through
Bored out of my mind
im done doing wrong
Just maybe this time

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