Tinker
A pint size spit fire that you are.
A wreckless goth chic with a permanent scare.
She fought all the girls and half the guys.
broke more than a nail and never cries.
A loveless girl so mad at love.
When ya ask for a hug she'll
just give ya a shove.
At only seventeen she's a way better
drinker.
Most call her trouble .
But we just know her as tinker.
Loves poetry in dishing out pain.
talks lot of trash. And hits like a train.
Just joinned the hells angels.
I think this girls insane.
After she hit me with that tire iron
im really not much of a thinker.
Hell knows no fury.
Like a seventeen year old spitfire
called Tinker.
Dedicated to the real life Tinker Id say your name
But I like breathing to much.
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