Machismo

more of the shame

Out with the boys on a Friday night,

Peace, love and lager until the fight,

Random violence, no reasons why,

look at them and then you die,

The fighting men in the town,

Pick you out to kick you down.

They don't stop until you bleed,

a harmless soul is all they need.

The more of them, the more the fun,

The more they look for just the one.

The saying is "don't stray too far,"

Not even to your local bar.

They will be there drinking beer, 

Next time out you will drink in fear.

Next weekend, it's someone new,

unless of course, they are after YOU.

You find a way to stay inside,

With busted lip and broken pride,

They've made another broken shell,

Another bar room joke to tell.

They've had a laugh at your expense,

Watched the world across the fence,

Shrugged it off with practised ease,

Another 4 pints of lager, please

Reviews

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I can say i never have experience like this. Maybe just fight for fun when i get more beers but otherwise it's never happen to me.

Your poem have quiet lot of realistic details. Reader can feel sucking in your expressions and graphic ornaments. This is can be actually quiet good story at kitchen sink drama reality movies. You get me with this one.

[Dee Oddbins]

thank you so much, yes there is a lot of fighting when people drink, nowadays it is never one against one but the many against the one, thank you for reading

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Yes humans are very destructive specie . Special when they are gathering at night with just testosterone over does.