Gravel Is Not Your Friend

 
So there I was  
 
standing like a monolith  
on the door  
issuing rejection notices  
for drunk and disorderly  
checking ID's  
usual banter that flows between those  
that patrol the night  
and fight for a living  
 
flirtatious eyes
fingers dancing where they shouldn’t
enough to pull
high tension  

that’s volatile
forklift batteries on charge  
smallest spark to ignite  
the fight  
 
it's on now  
fists and vitriol swinging  
with vigour  
 
headlock  
hiptoss  
legs spread to increase my base  
so I cant be rolled  
 
bam  
pants split down there  
and I aint wearing underwear  
gravelrash cock......