Gangsters

• Thomas Sharples, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2006

Gangsters are mean,
They stay & fight,
The nerds run away & quiver in fear.
Most dress in black,
Some sniff crack,
Some deal drugs,
most are thugs,
Some wear bling bling,
Others don't.
Some steal money to give to their boss,
Some like their guns,
Some like their mums,
Others like their BUMS.