I know you —
Junk Yard Dog — layin’ in the alley
With your teeth pulled — beer rotted out —
Remember when you still had them?
When the knife was under my nose and you stood there swaying?
Lookin’ for a chance to cut someone?
With a table knife?
Someone who reminded you of that woman?
The one who let that sonofabitch beat you and
Made you work behind the bar when you were only ten?
Where you learned to serve the beer and let the beer serve you —
To mask the pain and ever-present rage?
He knew what he was doing —
He knew the rage would focus far from him —
That you would have your teeth pulled by the beer —
Long before you ever realized
It was him you shoulda’ hit — not me.
WOW!
Please let us know: when did it start? How much has it cost? What do you think?
WOW!
Please let us know: when did it start? How much has it cost? What do you think?