The Angry Breed

The Angry Breed

By Paul McCann   

Bad boys make noise , they’re always on the run

Clenched fists , take risks , is their idea of fun .

They’ll blue with you for no reason at all .

A knife, a life and your money they’ll  call .

Angry they’ll be for ever you will see..

Estranged to change , different to you and me  .        

No friends , dead ends , it’s a road that they choose.

Lifetimes of crimes, they’ve nothing left to loose .

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