Ruckus Me Ruckus
my name is the ruckus and i am sure
to bruise and clot all hemoglobin,
turn bright to dark red, metal to rust,
rain and mud in a season,
i'll reckon to smash a oblong pigskin through
some lines and create a british rumpus,
a proper ructioning, ruckus.
then maybe i'll spit some dark blood out the
side of old an black and white photograph.
cause i am the original ruckus.. ruckus..
Copyright © Nathan Martin | Year Posted 2010
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