for a lot of things. This is granted.
Given.
And so we take two again
because without it
we will punch someone
dead in the chops
and regret it,
either instantly,
in the ensuing beat down
rained on our heads,
or later,
in a quiet moment of reflection
interrupted by the arrival
of the assaulted,
hours and days removed,
along with several of his friends,
who have been waiting for a reason
to prove their solidarity
and express their
pent up misgivings
with life's unfair highlights
by educating you
in how unfair life can be,
so before you march
stiff shouldered and tuck lipped
against the current
like a modern day Quixote,
remember it's never over
until they say it is and eventually
you'll be back at that bar
with your pants down
facing a urinal and
focused hard enough
on steadying yourself
to not hear the half dozen sets of footsteps
filling the tiled floor behind you.
