THREE NATIONS
IN A BREAD BAG
My eyes are bloody; seeing red. The hand that
lifts the anvil just lifted me. If there was a
federation of the wounded, now I'd be at
the top, management officer for sure.
God how I hate bar fights, and
for no silly reason at all.
-
(I hope here come the cops,
before rigor mortis sets in).
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