fist fights with your bare hands
smashing till your knuckles bled
looked around the crowd, no tears shed
punched through life with no plan
for luck, i knock on solid wood
hammer till my knuckles bruised
but i always doubted it had any use
till it brought along something good
now we soothe injured knuckles
with each other’s soft fingers
security like a safety buckle
wrap around each other and linger
till arthritis in your joints spells trouble
that's fine, open wide; i'll feed you dinner
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