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Out of Control
Friday, September 19, 2008
Out of Control
The fight started with a few sharp words,
things you should never say with a lady present.
Then it became a shove, a push, a middle finger flashed, a threat made.
A punch, a curse.Two bodies rolling on the ground, fists flying, bones cracking.And, the classic cliché, it starts to rain.They’re not on the front lawn anymore, now they’re in the street.One boy grabs the other’s head, pushes with all his force, the opponent is knocked out on the pavement.I sit in my living room, across the street, eyes on the immobile body lying in the street.And to think this all started over the girl who now stands with the victor.Too bad neither of them realizes that she’s dating half the town.Labels: poetry
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