Poem about an explosive man named Dynamite Alley.

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They call me Dynamite Alley.

I’m explosive and mean.

I’m six feet tall,

And I’m only eighteen.

I know five forms of self-defense.

I carry a gun in my pocket.

If you stare at my girlfriend,

I’ll explode like a rocket.

I was crossed only once

By an unfortunate man.

Today he is living

In the outskirts of Tehran.

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  • NA Staffieri on Jun 25, 2009

    Vigilante by day, Disco King by night. I can see a comic book series for this. Really.

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