That was easy,

For me and you,

Didn't like you speaking to the driver,

Not sure I like you. 

 

Can't hang around,

Got things to do,

Can't hang around,

Unsettling to be around you. 

 

Tim is a good guy,

With an addictive personality,

Get on so well,

He wants to help me. 

 

The truth is,

I read him like a book,

Sniffed too much charlie,

Tim's out of luck.

 

Connected too lads,

Heavier than you,

Brookbourne's the name,

Larger city through and through. 

 

Know this isn't a stitch up,

Too much at stake,

Tim is proper,

All on the take. 

 

Got to speak to a guy, called The Wrestler, 

Unbelievably,

Can't believe someone calls themselves that,

Street name to avoid being captured, totally. 

 

Meet at a bar,

In a place called Rippon,

Great atmosphere in here,

Everyone is trippin.

 

Eyes and phones connect,

Simultaneously,

Get the polite stuff out the way,

Formally.

 

Suddenly we talk business,

Go for a walk,

Something,

Missing?

 

No, no, this is the way it is, see,

If we don't have a line together,

I'll think your old bill, 

Being tested see. 

 

Ha ha like it too,

Not a regular drug taker,

But I'll do this time round,

To impress you. 

 

That's it son,

I like you now,

Let's have a drink,

Sit yourself down. 

 

The wrestler is on board,

Eagerly,

Wants to do some business,

Get Tim's debt paid back to me. 

 

We talk some more,

Hash and charlie,

Prices agreed,

Fist bump and arrange another meeting shortly. 

 

Bio:  Poem to accompany chapter 2 in the 'Naughty Boy Series'.   

I hope you enjoy reading these poems as much as I enjoy creating them. 

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