This Can'T Be Dialogue
Although my baby and I are not pugilists
and we never ever brawl with our fists
we have knockdown drag out fights
every Friday night
Roundhouses to the ego
Sucker punches to the past
Draw tears, but don't draw blood
You never hear the one that hits you
But that's the one that gets you
The guilt comes down like a flood
Maybe, just maybe if we had a referee
The bout might be closer to clean
because sometimes I say things I don't really mean
and her language gets simply obscene
This ain't no sweet science
we'd be better off in silence
I'm sure our ringside neighbors would agree
Copyright © Charles Berry | Year Posted 2018
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