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The dispute came about quite simply, Though of course, we couldn't say so then. A clumsy stumble spilling beer, a harsh few words, toes trodden And lazy, ***** glances towards 'his girl'. The pub was warm, muggy, sweaty, And I only noticed that when he'd thrown me out the door Hands slick with sweat and cider clutching at my spas'ming throat As I choke down cold night air and try to kick. He hit very hard. I did not. He managed to keep the mud off his shirt. I did not. He stomped, and spat, and swore, and saw his rival broken before him. I learnt that drink only makes you pain-free to a point. But I contend, as I did then, as some kind soul dabbed at my blood That I held the high ground, morally, honourably. For you see, he simply got stuck in While I demanded pistols at dawn.
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Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 6:35 PM UTC
The Issue of Honour
The dispute came about quite simply, Though of course, we couldn't say so then. A clumsy stumble spilling beer, a harsh few words, toes trodden And lazy, ***** glances towards 'his girl'. The pub was warm, muggy, sweaty, And I only noticed that when he'd thrown me out the door Hands slick with sweat and cider clutching at my spas'ming throat As I choke down cold night air and try to kick. He hit very hard. I did not. He managed to keep the mud off his shirt. I did not. He stomped, and spat, and swore, and saw his rival broken before him. I learnt that drink only makes you pain-free to a point. But I contend, as I did then, as some kind soul dabbed at my blood That I held the high ground, morally, honourably. For you see, he simply got stuck in While I demanded pistols at dawn.
Rakish
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Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 6:35 PM UTC
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