Bloody my eye,
push my head through those glassen doors.
Or better still,
paint me the deepest black, the most blue.
With your elbow, then knee, then elbow again,
I'm askin' for it. Really, make some ink stains on this face. Or these feet.
They deserve it, certainly.
Bee-sting my top lip, then my bottom for good measure.
Break a rib,
grey my lungs,
rust-color some teeth.
I mean it when I say,
wreak some hell around these parts, boy.
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