Broken Thighs
In a misty morn
as I trottle to work
Some mean teens
have nicknamed me:
YOU STUPID JERK
They hate four-eyed people
Respecting Mother Nature
communing with God
In the sacristy of his steeple
Throwing eggs on his face
to pinch a hidden nerve
Myron,the 6 footer
threw me upon the curve
Above me,this country's flag
yet they call me a ***
YOU'RE TOO WIMPY FOR THE CALL
as they placed me against the wall
Numbers outweigh the mild and the meek
Reasoning can't help as I continue to speak
All the world belongs to macho guys
give him a wack and a couple of broken thighs
Copyright © Michael Rogers | Year Posted 2006
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