Poetry Is Magic

by Peace Poet

Manehattans Undercover

In Stallion Island, ponies be beefing about
The way others be in the way and all that clout
But it feel like Windigoes are flying in
While three nations in one spot start to sin

Let me investigate the way it goes
Doing it way better than cops and pros
Bros act like gangsters in the movies
But soon karma be within their soul, true key

Stealing from the poor, not just from the door
But goes on the inside and want more
Later in the night, I set traps
Which they got caught, with their brain having mind gaps

Manehattan cops come and arrest them thieves
I gave them information that they believe
That they were the Bit Bandits
When the cops took the away, one hollered "DAMMIT!!"

Gave me more bits as a reward
But I gave the bits to a charity, as my mind was like a sword
To all the ponies and creatures that are greedy bit lovers
You'll never who Manehattans Undercover.

Author's Note:

Another poem down. Until another one, Deuce!

Comments

[Pete100]

It’s nice he gave the bits to charity.