Tiny Bison
by Joshua Coffman
Inside my tiny ghetto,
There lives my tiny bison.
His tiny little backpack
Has tiny little gang signs.
He got a tiny idea
From a tiny little gangster
To leave the dirty ghetto
Without a clue.
He ran into a problem
Within himself, a problem.
My tiny little bison,
He acted like a pigeon.
Wild problems cursed,
Street smart could not hold.
Tiny little bison had
A boldness yet to grow.
My little ghetto bison
Could pistol whip a G.
His tiny little thinking,
Held captive, coming free.
One day my little bison
Despised his little problem,
Decided then to change it
And help other tiny bison.
So if you’re like my bison,
Friendless and alone:
Decide to unleash your wild side.
#poetry #poem
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