punchable kinds
young boys
ages twelve to fifteen
walking brooklyn streets in packs
hurling plastic ice tea bottles
and invective my way
are the most punchable kinds of people out there
if only there weren’t laws against it
i’d beat the shit out of them
in front of their little girlfriends
shove those middle fingers
straight up their asses
until they come out their mouths
before dragging them home to their parents
so their moms can cook me dinner
in their underwear
while i watch tv
and drink up all the beer
in the place.
as their fathers spit shine my shoes
and beg that i don’t do
the same job on them
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