Purple Pain Poem by Richard Jarboe

Some call it a boo-boo,
Some call it a bruise,
Whatever you call it,
It is what you choose.

Purple pain, purple pain,
Is that wine in the drain?
Get some ice; hear what I say,
That black eye ain't going away.

I'd write a song about friendship,
But I got nothing to gain,
So I'm writing punch lines,
And singing 'bout purple pain.

Purple pain, purple pain,
Is that blood in the drain?
Whatever it is, hear what I say,
That black eye ain't going away.