Free Gang Education

One thing I know about Gangs: 
They have their own cobra's fangs;
Those who've got maturity,
Still threats to security:
Their leaders Good - Bad feeders, 
Very few poor mind readers...

Another thing about Gangs 
Their angry fists on doors: Bangs!
Every one of them Raw Tout
From a once nice voice Rash shout 

Gangs have their own officer
His looks always The Sinister
Yes A Capo: wished Sergeant
Eyes on Rum, not Detergent
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