Walking tall machine gun man,

Or rather,

Rock boy on the street.

Scoliosis bitch,

What else can I say?

Scratch the itch,

Bruised, what a day.

Walking tall machine gun man,

Or rather,

Rock boy on the street.

(Kinda a mix between 2 half finished poems, sorry it kinda sucks but hey it’s something. PLEASE give me feedback on how to make the 2 things either A) be better separate or B) work together. Thanks!)