You pinned me down and beat me senseless
at the time I was defenseless;
How does that make you feel?
You rubbed salt into my wounds
and I surrendered, but you refused to conclude;
How does that make you feel?
But you’re not as intimidating
when your friends aren’t participating;
How does that make you feel?
Come on blackguard, lay it on me;
Let me know what you think of me;
How does that make you feel?
But you’re not as intimidating when your friends aren’t participating; How does that make you feel? How indeed? This is a very strong piece by you Michael, top marks a ten Love duncan X
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes, none of those guys alone would have likely had the nerve to do it. I like the structure and message of this poem. Great write.