The Underworld

There, are a lot, of bikers in Transcona,

Gangs, organized crime,

Run rampant, all over the world,

In some places, there’s no way,

Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.

To control it, to hunt, these people,

We don’t have, the resources,

And since, when, did the law,

Stop people, from eating,

The food, set before them,

Does law, not reward,

Hard work, all those,

People to kill,

Women to fuck,

To exploit, to enslave,

The underworld,

Pays well,

The world, must turn,

And sin, is like at least half,

Of my reason, for living.

Impulsive

I should, go to Toronto,

Settle down, start a family,

I miss Deidre.