Curb Kickuh

You're a curb kickuh.
A no nonsense takuh.
And a mean love makuh.

U don't fake or take no bull.
And if it's not the way u want it...
You don't pull no punches.

You're a curb kickuh.
A no nonsense takuh.
And a mean love makuh.

You like to shake up stuff.
See that dust.
And direct how it should be cleaned up.

You prefer to stir a bit of lust with cussin'.
And when you've had enough...
U get tuff when it's time,
For folks to get up and leave.
You don't fool me.

You're a curb kickuh.
A no nonsense takuh.
And a mean love makuh.

U don't fake or take no bull.
And if it's not the way u want it...
You don't pull no punches.

I can be like that myself.
But at least with me...
U don't have to be so ruff!
Like u tuff or somethin'.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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