I was seventeen and my loins were on fire,
I figured what the hell I'll bed many women with intent to sire,
Repeat performances not children of plenty,
I was just a horny kid and female schoolmates were friendly,
This behaviour unfortunately lead to a rage of jealousy,
I'd inadvertently stolen a guys gal and he labelled it infidelity,
An act of lechery that could not be forgotten or forgiven,
So he balled his fists and stared through me with laser vision,
Threatening to spoil the party where we were hoisting a few pints,
We were alcohol fuelled and we were surely to fight,
The crowd circled around us as bonfire gave rise to acrid smoke,
That smell is bound to my memories ability to evoke,
It's one I wish could be erased from brain bank,
For it was the inciting force behind the memory I now lack,
You see I knocked this guy out cold with one blazing right hook,
But his pals came to his rescue proceeding to pummel me good,
I was held down and punched by two and they teed up my head,
For a third to kick me with steel toed work boot tread,
If you're thinking why didn't anyone else come to my rescue and step in?
A brotherly duo decided to, one held me the other splitting my lip skin,
The younger sibling had found me guilty of late night calls to his girlfriend,
This was his chance to shut my mouth putting phone calls to an end,
It takes two to tango I thought, she could've hung up on me,
Instead she told her possessive man who lashed out responsively,
When I saw a loophole to extricate myself from the nightmare,
I ran to roadside finding friendly faces amazed at my white hair,
The shock to my system had bloomed a follicular oddity,
They spied blood on my shirt and raced us to hospital, high velocity,
I lied to the doctor saying I fell down flight of stairs,
As he stitched up my mouth, I thought of Monday morning affairs,
How would I explain my forehead lump, black eyes and stitches?
Would I be sued for the knockout and lose all my riches,
Well you can't draw blood from a drunken fool that's stoned,
And I feel a jury of my peers would not have condoned,
The beating I took as retaliatory retribution,
That was punishment enough despite the constitution,
I left the clinic on foot under my own weakened manpower,
But on my way out was the very man of the hour,
The dude that initiated the night's proceeding,
He was stretched out on a cot moaning and bleeding,
Although I deserved correcting for breaking the man code,
His gang of reprobates dished out more than was owed,
So seeing this guy in pain made me giggle inside,
And that is the story of this playboys last ride.
~ Farls Tokley
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Bark Has Bite feat. Carbuncles
PoetryA mixed bag, next handful a whole new ball game. This collection of poems was born from Sunday drives with parents as a kid and doing the same with my son. It's fun to listen to our favourite music and watch the scenery fly by. As a teenager and yo...
