Hard Nut To Crack Poem by AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ

Hard nut to crack




It was a heavy downpour,
Heavy downpour last evening,
I went up the whistling woods bush side;
To mount up my crew for legit suicide.


It all came down on me so thundering,
Thundering higher than never-ending war,
All my mind and my crew stayed stronger,
Smoking sweats and sweating for danger.



I jammed back home wrecked and dizzy,
I reached my scotch and got over boozy,
Phone calls every minutes; men at alert;
Because, we are hard-nut-to-crack; fact!



Now, the news wear us; 'Hard nut to crack'
We need no laywer, doctor nor pastor,
We run the hood, streets and the bad drag;
Because, we are the ' hard-nut-to-crack.




©AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ
[A salient prolific author...]
>16/06/2017
>01: 08AM