An Old Thug


I am an old thug with a tender heart,
I think, yes I think, my old friend, Descartes,
For fifteen years, since I put down the jug,
From beneath my feet, I pulled out the rug,
Not having any clue where I should start

I’ve been hunted like a twelve point hart,
But I share the guilt, yes, I did my part,
Really, do you really expect a hug?
I am an old thug

I’ve got it down to a science and art,
You think I am just a crusty old fart,
You’re fucking right I disconnect and unplug,
Move on down the road, shit happens, I shrug,
I push around my life in a shopping cart,
I am an old thug

T J Therien

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