Tracy Poem by Lamar Cole

Tracy



There was a vicious street thug named Tracy.
He did not know the meaning of the word mercy.
He asked for no mercy and he gave none.
He loved to shoot people in the head with his gun.
He was bound for hell.
All around him lingered the death smell.

Saturday, February 2, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: people
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