Moment Of Truth
you are high,
i am low man on the totem pole.
what’s your poison?
you spit words, with no place
but my face and I turn a darker shade of pale
with my electric hair,
you assume my ladder to success
is four rungs shorter than yours.
sideways eyes peer as i pass,
checking your persons as if
i made off with the family jewels.
you won’t look at me
when we both are pissing,
must be some unwritten rule.
we date your very ripe daughters
while they hide the truth from daddy,
lest he find out suzy walks fast
and does it best.
did it ever occur to you
in that half lit brain of yours
we are both bad men?
men that spell the word love, die
and fall from the high wire
yet we still enjoy a good fight,
until someone brings a knife.