Hapless Victim

Of all the times you’d get pushed down you’ve kept your grace
Holding tight and fighting fierce hiding your face
You got a lot knocked out with a boot stompdown and fist fight craze
its the seedy underside while hardly gratified that’ll keep them all away
A broad stroke swipe on the right hand side took out what’s left
A fatted up calf on parade gone past marks the postman’s death
You were one step away from a blacked out day with a pair to match
And all the while killing smiles fake greetings held for miles and a plain
marked grave.
You’ve seen it all and made it past.
You’ve dealt it all and made it what you wanted when you wanted it.
You’ve seen it all and made it past.
All the makings of a monster but you’re unafraid
Alone, angry, hands clamped tight double fisting nights away
Drunk and sloppy always beats neat, nice and tucked away
Keeping all your ethos tight
leaves that scraping on your side
Hapless Victim