Tough Guy Poems - Poems about Tough Guy

What makes him tough? She asked me. I dared not say, for she is a rounder with glee. Seriously, she prodded. Please give me an example. Variety of anecdotes about this thug were more than ample. However, she is my cousin, and she always goes after the bad. This Tom is seriously not a nice guy, a thug, a thief...

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I remember as a kid this one little guy tough as nails and quick with a lie he showed up with a shiner but he wasn't a whiner said he, I hit his fist with my eye...

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I'd like to know where you get off treating me like that ... You're lucky I don't take to your head with my baseball bat. You think that you're so big and tough but I've had far worse than you. You'd best run along home to mummy, you've got some growing up to do. That macho rubbish wont work with me, I've...

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theyer everywhere here and there well underthe stood theyer in the hood some chop would and the reason why is to be a TOUGH GUY...

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some or tall some or small build like a wall working in a bad places them you have the faces here's why we call them TOUGH GUY...

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I wish I was a tough guy The kind you meet in books Made of rock hard muscle With rugged hard man looks A Raymond Chandler hero Exuding macho charm A super spy or villain With a beauty on each arm I’d love to be the kind of guy That others see and fear The bane of every coppers life I'd look at them...

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He said, “Chick-flicks I do not like.” As they settled into place. “I need violence, shoot-up scenes, And at least one good car chase.” But he promised to watch with his girlfriend Full of embarrassment and disgrace; Half-way through the movie Tears streamed down his face. “Why was he so mean to her? And those girls sure were good friends. I didn’t think the illness Would...

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His shirt had the logo 'Software' on his chest, 'Hardware', an arrow pointing straight down to his crotch. I thought the 'Software' should've pointed to his head. Somehow I didn't think his heart could've been 'soft'; probably a doorman, bouncer maybe. Remember Raoul Moat, body builder killer? Perhaps I am prejudiced, with information overload, could've been a gangster. No - just a gentle...

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I wonder which way the wind will blow me today. It really doesn’t matter, so long as Jesus is with me, I know I’m okay. The one thing I’ve learned is when Jesus takes you to it. He’ll never leave you He will get you through it. Time was when I thought I...

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