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Klaus Poppe Poem
A Gangster's Cry
Everyday gangs loses one of their own, all for the selfish intent of wanting the throne.
Battle after battle, can't rest easy at night, blood stained hands after a deadly fight.
Wondering if tomorrow is gonna be a better day, all he can do is kneel down and pray.
It seems that a gangster's life is fun from an outsider's view, if only they can last one day in his shoe.
On the run from the cops for stealing a dime, oh how he just wants to party and have a good time.
He cries knowing that this isn't the life he longed for, just a family to love admire and adore.
Pills to make painful memories disappear, but these memories just keep on living and reappear.
Calls from the boss and long chats over the phone, he becomes mentally unstable and cannot bare it alone.
From being weak to a strong member of a gang, to a gun to his head and an aftermath of a loud bang.
This is the life of a gangster, don't waste your time with all this trauma.
Live a honest and happy life with friends and family.
A message from a guy who is now free from his misery.
Copyright © Klaus Poppe | Year Posted 2022
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