Rubbish Rhyme

Scars received in bars

After one too many jars

Lots of stars in backs of cars

I'll vomit any sort of ink

Spill pathetic poetic stink

If you'll just click on my link

Suffer seeing these sallow pages

My selfish and shallow

Fabricated rages

Failed attempts to join past sages

In stages for the ages

Any fuel will do for this duel

Although for any readers it is cruel

To digest such written gruel

Again I flatter myself a fool

Most would rather stare at stool

Well no one said you have to read it

I'm the first one to concede it

Form a club then try and lead it

Plant a garden and forget to weed it

Doesn't matter if you didn't seed it

I'll take silence over violence

Heed hunches

Before throwing punches

Soak myself in reason

Slather on the season

Watch the same old movie

Does anyone still say "Groovy"?

This sad little sonnet

Sans dainty little bonnet

Distracts me from my sack

And suddenly takes me back

To days of Frick and Frack

Whence I could never drive a Hack

Without a .38 to watch my back

One day I was out and riding

For a change no need for hiding

Then a rough tap on shoulder

Followed with a slap from a boulder

In an instant my own reaction

No thought or willful traction

Then a long stunned silence

At my bold but foolish violence

Braced myself for a beating

But my nemesis was retreating

All I did was stand my ground

Yet with barely a whimper or sound

A brand new person

Was suddenly found

And to him I was tightly bound

Reputation is a document signed

Within it's borders we are confined

Always keep in mind

Our lives are at once defined

In a few short moments

Randomly timed

Note:

(i think this piece is perfectly titled)

TB 12/19/2020

2:45 a.m.

New York City