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"Fifty Cents and Alcohol" |
I got into a fight last night at the local bar and grill. I know it wasn't very bright, this pain, it ain't no thrill. |
A stupid pool game ain't that much, to stir a man to fight, but fifty cents and alcohol, seemed to make it right. |
So, I'm stuck with forty stitches, a broken hip and knee, torn ligaments and britches, but he looks worse than me. |
The doctor's bill was way too high, I should have won a prize. I guess my only trophy, must be these two black eyes. |
So, I'll be a bloody hero, for now and years to come, and it would boost my ego, except it was so dumb. |
So learn a lesson from a fool, who's learned a thing, it's true. Fightin' really ain't that cool, when your body's broke in two. Steve Hodgin Copyright 1996 |
Author's Note: This poem was inspired by the words of my friend Travis, a bartender at Teddy's Restaurant and Club, in Oklahoma City, Ok. He was describing a bar room fight (which is rare at this particular place). He said that almost all the bar fights he has had to break up were over the same thing., "fifty cents and alcohol" The phrase had a very poetic ring to it, so I grabbed a pen and a napkin, and had the poem done in about twenty minutes. Although I was not a participant in the fight, nor am I much of a drinker, it seemed most convincing to write the poem in the first person. I produced a hand painted, custom framed copy of this poem, which is attached to the wall of the pool room there. The poem has brought many smiles to those I have shared it with, and perhaps even a few bad memories. |
"Fifty Cents and Alcohol" |
