WHO DAT? The All American kid From NYCA Poem by Robert FilosA little bit of free form free flow
What? Who you lookin' at?
Man, shut you face. I ain't got no time for your crap. What? You can't be talkin' to me? I'm talkin' to you, so what? I'll slap you silly. You ain't gonna do nothin' Oh, Yeah? I'l bust you upside the head. What? I'm the kid from New York City. I don't care if you da Pope. Oh you will care in a second. Man, stop with all that.... Oh, it's a fact Jack, I'm gonna hit you so hard You Dead!
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1 Review Added on May 25, 2016 Last Updated on May 25, 2016 Tags: Growing up, New York City, The Kid AuthorRobert FilosNationwideAboutI write what I call Folkwritings. These can be in many forms but generally are writings by and for folks. Some of the headinds I write under are Folkwritings from the Future, Writings for the Revoluti.. more..Writing
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