The fights are violent
This time it’s birds and stars from the tire iron
Many burns and scars from the prior sirens
The doc’s shocked I can still stand, caught in jams
From being popped and slammed, hit with pots and pans
Shot with glocks and cannons
Victim of bombs and banana peels, even dropped off canyons
I’ve been flattened with a Range Rover
And blasted with a flame thrower
Don’t know if I’m bold or insane,
But I’ll never fold from the pain
Next foe I scuffle, I’ll put an anvil in a pie and throw it in his face
Put his butt on a mantle and pridefully show it to my mates
© BuddyDButtmunch