There was a full pint of lager in my hand
You said something stupid
So I poured it
Right over you
Then I grabbed another
I don't know who it belonged to
And did the same again.
We grappled and there was some blood.
Like a schoolboy I shout 'he started it'
And I'd say we became friends again
But I got kicked out of the house
Some of my stuff was trashed
All for something
That was your fault anyway.
I do regret it though.
Seems funny
Always seem to pick fights with friends
Never with the idiots who
Really deserve
A roundhouse or a dropp kick.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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