I took a beating once,
but no sense stuck;
just his ring,
which caught me on the eye
His hands felt cold around my neck,
but they were scalding in my mind
‘What the fuck?’ I thought
Where’s the yesterdays,
before Olde English took her place
and dreams of death arrived?

I took a beating once,
it was supposed to be a party
But what’d they use to shake it up?
Champagne? Liquor? Beer?
No, I think it was Molotov wine
Wrestling turned upside down,
we stumbled to the driveway
My broken nose healed in time,
but then,
it took longer for my pride

I took a beating once;
still not sure what happened
Woke up with raccoon eyes,
bloody knuckles, gravel burns and bruises
There was a chain link fence
It was a street corner
All I heard was screaming
The cops came by in time;
took a statement, poked around,
and offered me a ride

Kenny Via tries to write as much as possible, but usually plays video games instead.