People look at me
And say Im a punk
Do nuthin but get drunk
Thats not true
So stop talking about me
I'll give them a clue
They got a beef
Come and talk to me
Face To Face
In anyplace
you want
I'll be blunt
You'll see the rebel
come out in me
By yelling, swearing
and my hitting
your in the head
wishing you were dead
Yeah! ! Thats what I said
You gotta problem
with my talk and how i walk
Then get to walking
Because I ain't got time for this
nonsense talking.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Haha i like this poem this actually one of the nicer poems that uve written. nicely written