Charlie Poem by Randy Johnson

Some people hate me because I beat up a kid.
The boy vandalized my car and I don't regret what I did.
He was bald and he was wearing a sheet that was full of holes.
When I finished beating him up, he lost bladder control.
It happened last year when I gave him a rock on Halloween.
He was pissed because he didn't get candy so he did something mean.
He threw the rock at my car's back window and shattered the glass.
I chased the sorry brat down and I kicked his pudgy ass.
He got his ass kicked again when he trashed my brother's Harley
One punch from my brother was all it took to knock out little Charlie.
I broke his ribs, I bruised his skin and I gave him a nose that was bloody.
I don't think that he wants anything else to do with me.