My isn’t this the typical –
Two in an alley behind a bar
To pull the other into combat –
Not really so avid when one sees his verbal assaults
Results to intent of the other to mar.
Hush such whine-
O’er a mere trickle of blood from nasal flesh,
No less –
Save such noise for when your skin
Akin takes to that of a fisher’s mesh.
What? A sob –
Not was it a minute less than twenty,
With quiet assure –
Boast of your wrath to make an angel tremble
Assemble did you a listening audience plenty
Shush your whimper –
Roar you did that you could beat the devil,
To Hell and back –
Well, here I am afore you
Do you of your boast’s bravado opt to bevel?