Junkyard Dog

This is hard
and no one's to blame
but this lie is just a game
and it's way past time I stopped
stopped pretending I'm urbane
or treating insults as humane
I have never turned the other cheek
until driven to my knees
I was born a mongrel
and raise as bait
surviving on rabies and hate
Curses were suavey
a foul mouth avant-garde
I handled things the way I grew up
If you insulted me or my date
I would punch you hard in the face
brass knuckles included for free
but it's too late for me
at this declining stage of life
to think I'm something that I'm not
I even f*cking thought I was a poet for God's sake
So to say this plain
I don't want to regret before my last breath
the punch I never threw
or the words I never spit at curs