Smash the maggots on the trashcan lid
Scrape the bark from the branch
And prepare for battle

Torn jeans
A stained t-shirt
And a face that can't show pain
All that is needed to ensure victory

A few quick swings
And soon you feel the sting
The tears start to build
As if you had almost been killed

Never before have your legs carried you this fast
And at last you're safe in your mothers arms

Some ice and a kiss makes it worth the pain
And as for the mothers wish
For you not to do it again
It will go ignored

In the next few years
She'll wish you still played with sticks.