Born For the Brawl

Might as well give up

Nothing good will come of this

It’s all carbonation and empty fizz

Up there or down there

at the highest summit of your brain

or the lowest valley of your heart

you know damn well this endeavor

was doomed from the start

But look at you sweating it out anyway

Look at you assembling your sentences

Proclaiming your brokenness

Publicizing your penances

It will just make you unhireable

if prospective employers read your thoughts

or your confession about being high

since the early aughts

Your policy of brazen honesty

perhaps needs some rethinking

It’s got your financial prospects and

your social calendar shrinking

What’s this though

You’re scrawling “Die before I lie”

again and again on the page

in blood that’s supposed to be metaphorical

followed by “RED SEE RED ALL DAY”

It’s just like I said

Nothing good nothing good at all

You should probably stop writing

now that you’re crazy

but this one’s called “Born For The Brawl”