Brick-toothed loud mouth!
Your grin would look a lot better
laid out on the pavement.
Maybe somebody should help you with that,
but it's not gonna be me today.
My fists would love to get a little punch drunk
and dance all over your face.
But I know better than they do -
small and flimsy, and white as glue;
not at all up to the task at hand
They've got a little growing left
before they can take on a lugnut like you.
So I'll see you around, loose lips.
'Til then I'll be eating my wheaties
and all those other things they say should make a person
strong enough to hold their own.
You just better think twice
before you go flip-flappin' your trap around here again.
Next time you might not get off so easy.
*Poetry readings always make me feel like writing, which may make me a bit of a poser, since I seem to require other people's creative juices to fuel my own...
Still, it feels nice to ditch some shit that's been stewing around in there for too long.