Loving is thug.
Gangster, if you will.
Being thug means
Never having to say sorry.
So,
If you want to call me thug
Don’t trip when I throw up
My gang sign.
(Pointer finger, pinky, and thumb out)
Thugs kill;
As does love.
Can you believe that there have been
Wars
over
love?
But me,
I like
love
over
wars.
That’s what the Baby Boomers
are.
Their parent’s multiplied instead of murdered.
Oh to be born in the 50’s and to be a thug.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem