I Honed My Knife for This?
Posted By Randy on August 22, 2015
Or something.
In the tradition established by my earlier pieces, The Game – Sharp and To the Point and When Zip Met John, I offer this.
I Honed My Knife for This?
By LFM
An urge to drain my bilge was how
I met the stupid lad.
He was lurking just outside the door
Where toilets could be had.
Ten paces up ahead he was.
I slowed my steps a bit.
A hulking, hoodied miscreant
In pants that didn’t fit.
He looked in my direction
As he grinned a loopy grin.
His right hand in his pocket
Fingered something hard within.
“That better be your dick,” I said
My Bowie coming out.
His eyes now drawn toward
Its every gleaming inch of doubt.
His legs, as on their own, now moved
Him backwards ‘cross the floor,
Then spun him ’round to help him find
A fire exit door.
Making sure the door was tight,
I went about my piss,
And as I did, I thought aloud –
“I honed my knife for this?”
Thank you Brother Tim!
You're the best, RW.
Excellent !!!!
I like to think ( hope) that beneath many a calm and polite Canadian exterior lurks a murderous beast yearning only for the cage door to open a crack, desiring to slake a bloody thirst for justice and once sated, return to the cage to sleep and dream until the next call. Regardless, this is of course an excellent work as always.
Thank you Jay, and of course! In our house, we call it, "Letting the Monster out to play."