overheard hallway lament:
"ain't bin no fights...I wanna see a fight"
ha
they'd been in the wrong hall
missed the big lumbering guy
tossing dumb looping
shoulder smacking haymakers
little fella quick ducking
and dishing out feisty jabs
yeah
everybody is looking for fights
'til the blood is a hot stream
a steady rivulet
misting with every breath
later - they just desire
busted knuckle ice.
