“You don’t fuck with Harry’s money, you don’t fuck Harry’s girls”…

eyes

~

You don’t know Harry…
Anything like I do…

Or what he’s capable of…
When hidden from view…

The things he does…
His actions and deeds…

His thought process…
The fear that feeds…

And drive him on…
With a need for control…

Which keeps him sane…
Motivating his soul…

For sinful distraction…
Of each and every kind…

He has no boundaries…
And no ties that bind…

He’s free to do anything…
Anytime that he wants…

Devoid of any conscience…
Or a little voice that haunts…

He is the ruler of his universe…
The commander of his ship…

If you dare to cross Harry…
He’ll swiftly lash the whip…

And leave you badly wounded…
But thankful you’re not dead…

As Harry could easily kill you…
Or have “THEM” crush your head…

Without batting an eyelid…
And without a moment’s thought…

It’s the way that Harry rolls…
It’s the way that he was taught…

So be under no illusion…
Be smart and work it out…

Harry is a fucking monster…
Of that there is no doubt…

Because you don’t know Harry…
Anything like I do…

Or what Harry’s capable of…
When Harry’s in the mood…

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13 responses to ““You don’t fuck with Harry’s money, you don’t fuck Harry’s girls”…

  1. Very striking words! I love how you not only create a complete character that makes the hair stand on the back of your neck, but also a relationship within this poem. Makes me want to discover more about what is going on!

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