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Oct 2013
this ****** thought he could toss me around

some Indian ****** with a loud mouth

I wouldn’t leave my seat and he begged like

a pooch telling me “can you move, I wanna sit there,

let me sit beside the girl man.”


He kept begging to be beside this girl

later on he tells me that I should’ve moved because he is a

bouncer

one lousy skinny bouncer

he tells me that he would’ve put me in a head lock like the others

don’t mess with him you see


I TELL him to shut the hell up

no one cares and no one wants to hear you

he doesn’t take to kindly to these words

I am never ready for a fight but if it happens

it happens

but this fight didn’t happen

he just stood there with his stupid face

trying to scare me with his little child eyes
bar
drinking
night
fighting
John Beetle
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John Beetle  London On
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