DAVID GERARDINO

Rookie (9/19/1963)

The Big Man With His Rusted Keys - Poem by DAVID GERARDINO

The big man with his rusted keys,
kicks his own family in the balls,
for this is my blood,
and this is my bread,
and if you cross this line, ill make
you wish you werent born, or even
thought of.
This mistranslated love is muddled
in fatigue, and garbed in hate, and
the big man with the rusted keys,
just smiles , and spits on his own
family,
for this is my blood,
and this is my bread,
and if you cross this line, ill make
you wish you werent born, or even
thought of.
The big man with the rusted keys,
finds his family gone, and the house
in perfect shape, and a note from his
so called family, that read,
have a nice life, you mean fu ck, and
dont forget to take out the trash...and
those rusted keys, you can shove them
up your...........

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  • Gold Star - 52,707 Points Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (2/2/2007 6:24:00 PM)

    MORAL OF THE STORY>>NEVER F* * * YOUR FAMILY
    ........................................WITH A SET O' RUSTED KEYS
    Solid Write, Sir David...

    F. j. R.
    02/02/07 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 2, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, January 7, 2011


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