I enjoy this poem by Steven Hodgin and was happy he allowed me to post it.
I got into a fight last night, at Teddy's Bar and Grill. I
know it wasn't very bright, this pain, it ain't no thrill.
A stupid pool game ain't that much, to stir a man to
fight, but fifty cents and alcohol seemed to make it right.
So I'm stuck with fourty stitches, a broken hip and knee;
torn ligaments and britches, but he looks worse than me.
The doctor's bill was way too high. I should have won a
prize. I guess my only trophy, must be these two black
eyes.
So, I'll be a bloody hero, for now and years to come; and
it would boost my ego, except it was so dumb.
So learn a lesson from a fool, whose learned a thing, it's
true. Fightin' really ain't that cool, when your body's
broke in two!by Steven Hodgin