spare the rod, but not the child,
I don't know the effect of these words,
for they always had a deeper meaning to me,
but I could never figure it out...

maybe it's the moments as a child I wished
someone stood up for me,
or said that this was wrong and is so far off from the social norm,
that futile attempts were made to cool tempers
fueled by alcohol, the poison of the soul,
brings out the worst of us either violent or an internal struggle within,
see it makes you fearless which is...