Thugku: Odes to my Neighbors

Thug Life has been pretty quite the last week or so. They had a bit of fun last night (WTF parties on SUNDAY NIGHT??) but nothing too horrid, comparatively. But I’ve just got so many feelings about Thug Life, I’m pouring them into these haiku. 



Bottles clink loudly

Always smashing smashing smash

Aren’t you underage?



Your mama at home

Crying into her pillow

‘Where did I go wrong?’



T-shirt,  backward cap

Drawers busting out your man-pris

Your shoes are too big



Your car frightens me

Missing paint, bumper, mirror

Full of loud music



Neighborhood silent

Peaceful people living here

Then assholes moved in


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