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Blame the parents
for rising their kids
with a foul language...
sins have a wage!

Only respect and morality 
make good citizens of society,
but many like to poke fun
at anyone who can't run.


By looking at them one realizes
they came from unstable families:
their mother was a drunker,
and their father an abuser.


One of them wearing a Yankee cap
yells at the limping old lady out of shape,
" Fat cow, how many quarts of milk have gulped tonight?
You didn't wipe off that white mustache! Are you going to fart? "


And the elderly lady replied to that insult
" Watch your language, punk...I can fight! "
" Look at you! You walk like a turtle! "
she challenged her thinking she was feeble.


" Don't threaten me and get me mad, young lady!"
she brazed her legs expecting her 
 to suddenly fling and attack her;
" I used to play baseball...I'll knock you down easily! "


Taking a grim look at her, the slender and cynical girl
continued to abuse the obese lady by giving her hell,
" Taste this, it's going to hurt! " she yelled by punching the teenager hard 
and once down, the motionless, breathless and bloody girl didn't get up.


Everybody panicked, shaking her trying to revive her, 
" No pulse! No heartbeat! No breath! She's dead! "
The ambulance came five minutes after to take one to the morgue
and the other to the nearest hospital with a bleeding tongue.

 
It's very rare for a bizarre behavior to cause a sudden death,
and unfortunately one life was lost because that teen felt tough;
it's a warning to other youngsters, " Avoid such a confrontation
with people you think are too old to fight, always use precaution!"

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