How Did You Get Yourself Bruised Up Like That? Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Do you see that brick wall,
And the solidness of it?
I want you to hit your head up against it!
Kick it and use your fists.
And when you have grown tired of doing that,
You can then ask me any question you wish!

'Why should I do that to myself...
When I carry a ladder!
They are sitting in a pile,
Right around the corner! '

Oh!
I didn't see it!
Where did you say they were?
Those ladders?

'How did you get yourself bruised up like that? '