I was with a friend.
It was a boring sleepover.
You know the one
With nothing to do,
Nothing legally fun.
We were walking the streets
Half past two
A.M.
That sure was illegal
But no one busted us
'Cause they were sleeping
Like normal people.
We skipped down the road
High off of sugar and pop.
We saw a sleeping man
Laying on a bench.
We stopped.
Covered in filth with a bag
Sitting by his feet,
I grabbed a stick and poked him
Just to see if he was asleep.
He hopped up, kind of dazed
With a scared look in his eyes.
He stared at us teen girls
Clueless about our oncoming fight.
My friend threw the first punch,
Hit him square in the jaw.
Stunned, he sat there.
I kicked him in the shin.
He gave a drunken shout.
We kept beating him,
Groans escaped his mouth.
For the finale,
I kicked him on the nuts.
His face was priceless.
My friend and I
Laughed off our butts.
Content with the beating,
We grabbed his unmarked bag,
Shouted, "Jackpot!"
With an uncovered 40 ounce in hand.
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I know, i know. It's horrible that I'd write about bum fighting. But seriously, was that not entertaining, or what??? please leave your thoughts and ideas for what i should write next (:
***no bums were hurt in the making of this poem***
