Are ye lookin at me, at me?
If thee be lookin at me, I’ll make a little introduction
Between yer head and ass
Oh bartender, another drink, oblige this weary drunk.
Like a cow to a garden
Or a stag to thicket forest
What-ho! I join in this altercation
A brawl? A brawl!
If the stars in the sky were doused
Mine penchant for a scuffle would not be snuffed.
It would go on
I would sacktap in the dark
You, over there, calling my star poem gay
I’m gonna drink this drink
Then use yer mouth ta break yer nose.