Squashing Others Doesn'T End Their Troubles Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Where there's always trouble,
That trouble never leaves.
And many live to double up their troubles.

Where there's always trouble,
That trouble never leaves.
And many live to double up their troubles.

Gangbangers like to take their hanging into the streets,
To heat them up with stirring up their troubles.
Beat boppers from the 70's tote up on their weed.
To drift away and up above their troubles.
As hip hoppers and the rappers with their slang done,
Think they have the key to end their troubles.

Rap packers 'spit' their chatter,
As if nothing matters.
With a squashing done to others double troubles.
And squashing others doesn't end their troubles.
No!

Where there's always trouble,
That trouble never leaves.
And many live to double up their troubles.

Where there's always trouble,
That trouble never leaves.
And many live to double up their troubles.
Many live to double up their troubles.
And squashing others doesn't end their troubles.
No.
A squashing others always starts the trouble.