Wolf (poem)

I’m left handed, but never sinister…----------------------------------------------------Honest, humble, caring, and true; our family’s tight, together like glue. Annie's an angel, Raegan's rebellious, Tami the tougher. Three sisters protected by a buff big brother.---------------------------------------------------------------- Usually running alone, traversing all weather. The wolf pack hunts (snow-blinded together). Rock'n n' roll'n, sing'n moon-howling: boarding, biking, blading. Growling.---------------------------------------------------------------I ably maintain: autos, bikes, and machines. Accept the un-fixable: my aborted child. Know the fiery folly a match might bring...And a beating that follows. All but mild.--------------------------------------------------------A coward bit my friend, bleeding face torn off. Punched him in his place. Eye's blind. Lights off.-------------------------------------------------------------This verse: a portion of me, scribed when I was 23.-----------------------------------------------------------------

Bonnet, Mugs Bonnet (poem)

This classy ass suit? It's French; stark.

My cigars whisper rolling rings.

Bookie by day... don't ask after dark.

Long ears perked hear secretive things. 

Don't piss me off, my razor is: sharp.

Fur's unshaven, blade slicing stings.

Don't cross us, you might fall apart.

We got good friends: rings within rings. 
Of this family: I'm Patriarch.

Thumper: "The Kick", master of weng chun kung-fu.

Trix: "The Magic": with "cereal" disappearings.

Roger, "Comedian", and pimp'n playboy bunnies too.

Easter, preaching while the choir sings.

Bugs, my little brother, you big star you!

We're bunnies banded: bunnies in blood,

because rabbits rule over this neighborhood. 
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Counter-Strike (poem)

The fight: of comrades, of brotherhood,
are never considered senseless violence.
Widowed lovers, and childless mothers would:
require revenge for their lad's silence.

Kill the enemies, trounce the evils,
stay vigilant, and stab the weasels.
Get your rifle. Equip your gun.
Spend some money, have some fun...
Desert Eagle, A-W-P.
If we live tonight, drink's on me.

Wear armor: helmet and a Kevlar vest,
strap in tight, especially at the chest.
A trusty side-arm will save your life.
If, of course, you end his swiftly.
A hasty reload can kill you quickly.

Your grenades are tactical:
Blind, deafen, incinerate, distract, explode and screen...
If you use them, use them wisely, else hear a friendly scream.

Unless you've got 'me' backwards, there's no 'I' in team.

Hug the walls, slice the pie.
Hold your purpose, you might die.

If you live, then hear the fate of your kin...
Whether it be Counter-to or Terrorists Win