Ten Bears

He walks with a swagger

That’s something of a front

Wears Savill Row suits

But he feels like a c’nt

There is a dagger in his pocket

Which should not be there

He could eat you for breakfast

Without a care

Quiet as a grave yard

In the middle of the night

You played with him once

His last chance

Blown away

Went from hero

To zero

In your eyes

Was waybegone

But had the grit to carry on

A white flag

Tied to my gun

Except peace

A’int much fun to me

I do whatever it takes

To get things done

My name is Ten Bears

Only strength cares

Survival walk free

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