I'm just a mean *****.
These streets raised me.
Out there you have to have a vicious bark.
Sometimes you just have to let them think your wild and crazy.
And you better know how to throw a hard punch.
It's wise to always have a weapon.
I preferred ball ping hammers and hay hooks.
I'd pick one up and they'd run everytime.
I was known as a mean *****.
I've fought for everything in my life.
Ran away my 12th birthday.
The streets were friendlier.
I just didn't belong.
Just a mistake that someone threw away.
The blackest of the sheep.
It made me a mean *****.
I froze my heart inside out.
Built a towering brick wall,
Surrounded by dull rusty barb wired fence.
Blackberry thorns I've weaved through every crevice.
No one would ever concour this.
Made sure I would never feel again.
I needed to be a mean *****.
In order to survive this untamed wreck of a life.
So if your a ***** lala,
And all ******* in your self entitled feelings,
Then it's best you stay away from this mean cruel *****!

      L. Mack
      
         7/27/22