Step Outside Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

'What do you say',
I challenged him,
well taunting is
a better word.

'Step outside,
like in the old days,
if you do I will,
no friggin' doubt
about it at all,
beat the living
daylights,
out of you.

Then,
for good measure,
I will find
the rest of
your clan........
am I making
myself clear? '

He started
to reply,
chin forward,
eyes Chinese,
yellow teeth
bared,
a bit of
SOB,
shortness
of breath,
voice brittle,
AHA, the kick
of adrenalin.

Been there,
buddy, you are
scared
shitless.
Takes one to know.

Thanks, God,
for that last minute
assist.

Than you for
endogenous steroids.
Make you weak,
fight or flight.
I for one,
had one foot
turned into
the direction of flight.
From the word 'go'.
Must learn
to play poker.