KO Corral
Posted: Wed Dec 20, 2006 6:33 am
KO CorralCalled in my boss' office after workgot laid off by that tweedy little twerpwoulda smacked him but figgered his smirkwould get wiped by the hand of fateslammed two boilermakers in a bar downtownmy drawl got laughed at by some drunken clowncall it "downsize rage" but he went downwith one hit strong n straightthen some dude with a shiny Texas bucklethat could be seen from the space shuttlesaid there was hard cash in my hard knucklesat the KO Corralon an old ranch outsida Dallaswhere the only gloves are a fist that's callousedand desp'rate souls fight who are broke n laid offeven lawmen bet cos they're all paid offfwith more blood n action than a country cockfightcos ev'ry punch lands like a canyon rockslideat the KO Corralev'ryone faces the best on their first fightthat guy'd been a tight end for the Clemson Tidetill they caught him with pills n powder one nightand he did two in the pentook a hard right hook that cracked a ribheard a crow choke on the teeth I spitcos over and under I got hithard enough to hurt my kinI was bruised n raw till my right crossmade a bag of marbles from his glass jawat the KO Corralon an old ranch outsida Dallaswhere the only gloves are a fist that's callousedsome guy from Enron needed traction n twenty stitcheshe scratches in his coma cos that cut still itchesthat gal with hairy armpits who got booted from the armymade that Fema guy's face into chili con carneat the KO Corralwell, in seven months I never once lostone night the new guy I fought was my old bosshe'd been fired and hoped to try his luck herehis smirk was gone and his pants were baptized in fearcos what comes around goes aroundand he hadda go a round with meat the KO Corral(c)2006 Robert George