A POEM - FAIR WARNING

FAIR WARNING
The next time I saw him,
I grabbed him by the shirt collar,
And I said to him through gritted teeth,
“I'll bring you a mouth full of dirt,
and another ass-kicking,
if you ever come to my house again,
at that godless hour,
and beep that FUCKING SCOOTER HORN!”
He blinked, and I knew we had
An understanding, and then I said to him,
“now, you want to drink or what?”