Get yourself a drink, pal, and
forget about that incident back there.
It’s all over for now; you’re still around
and not any better or worse for it at all.
You had to do it, man,
so finish off and have another drink.
She was going to fall eventually.
The signs were everywhere; enough
evidence that it’s almost unmistakable.
You just happened to wander in on the
scene, when she was at her worst.
One thing leads to another, but nothing
that hasn’t been seen before by you or me.
Broke through the back porch screen, making
a racket as she constantly tittered, that god-awful
screeching upsetting the balance of harmony.
Smoked the lit end of a cig,
complained when it scorched her tongue.
A black eye is the least of her concern, man,
you should be more worried about whether or not
she was dirty, or if one condom was even
enough. These are the things that a guy
must consider.
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