Kiss Concert Tickets

(This is a fictional poem) My wife and I have always loved KISS. Something happened yesterday that really got me pissed. My friend had two KISS concert tickets but he couldn't go. When I asked him if I could have them, he said no. But he said he'd give them to me if I catered to his every whim. He's a lowlife bastard and I shouldn't have trusted him. I cooked all of his meals and I even rubbed his dirty and smelly feet. I cleaned his crummy house everyday and I kept it nice and neat. Every morning I'd bring him breakfast in bed and then I'd give him a shave. He ran me ragged, I was like a slave. Yesterday he said he wanted a promotion so he gave the tickets to his boss. When I told my wife, she hit me in the stomach so hard that my cookies got tossed. I kicked my friend in the nuts and I beat the crap out of him too. If you ever make me work for KISS tickets and then renege, I'll do the same to you.