Give me some breathing space, you thick-browed goon!
Back off a step or two, or else I swear
I'll turn that lazy eye up to the moon
With a one-punch adjustment. Have a care.
Think I won't cross your eyes and dot your tees?
Don't make assumptions you've no basis for.
Want to see some shade-pullers? Look at these:
Five on this hand, and over here five more.
I've knocked to catatonia bigger brutes
Than you, you grinning ape, you bug-eyed mutt!
You knuckle-dragging, pigeon-toed galoot,
Get out of here, before I crack your butt!
Still want some? I thought not. Go on, now, shoo!
Who else would like a little? Huh? How 'bout you?
1 comment:
When you're slapped, you'll take it and like it!
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