First time (a tavvy tale)

My first night (a Tavvy Tale)

My first night as a bouncer was at the Tavvy
A place so violent it had claimed the health of men more savvy
One of the most violent clubs in our state
It was isolated and drinks were served till late
I got the shift coz a bouncer from the previous week
Had, had a glass smashed into his cheek
I arrived full of fear
Tubby kid with glasses, they leered
Only the Headman introduced himself that night
I learned much later I would suffer that same cynical light
Joking and laughing this kids gonna die
They told me this honestly no half-truths no lie
For this industry in certain places,
Reveals that you can't survive if you have two faces
These were hardened men me not yet twenty
18 actually but violence I had seen plenty
They knew nothing about me
I was young and portly is all they'd see
You need to trust the men with you, with your life
For the slightest miss-step can lead to strife
There was no faith in the young kid with glasses
For a bouncer there are no free passes
You have to earn your right to your profession
That means bleeding, fighting and putting down transgressions
Tristan the headman put me on the pokie door
My first shift they doubted I'd do more
The least likely place to be for a guard to get hit
I didn't care one little bit
Within the hour three fights had broken out
A fat guy, a skinny guy and some other drunken lout
By the end of the night so many fights and a man with a broken jaw
I thought to myself, what the hell am I doing this for?
So much anger violence and aggression
I didn't know if I was cut out for any of those sessions
Lucky me I started thinking
All people do in gaming rooms is poke machines and a little drinking
I managed to get through most of the night
But there had to be two peanuts that wanted to fight
There they were, yelling punching and biting
What is it with drunks and fighting?
I ran in as fast as my legs would go
Into the middle myself I did throw
Fear quenched by leaping to action
You forget your safety can be lost in this type of transaction
I slipped my arm under the first guys chin
I squeezed hard, and seen his grimacing grin
He fell unconscious like a shot
You think that would deter the second guy? It did not
Punches and kicks he did throw
None of them hit me for he was drunk and slow
I slipped past his punches and shots
Hit him with mine, not once, not twice but lots
In a matter of moments the fight was done
I had suffered no injuries, I had won
Taking a breath as my adrenal levels started abating
The other guards came rushing over no waiting
You think they would believe a word I did say?
Nope not on your life, no how, no way
The wouldn't believe that the new four eyed kid with glasses
Had survived, let alone kicked two men's arses
Not a single scratch nor a single bruise
They reviewed all video footage before they would believe I didn't lose
The men were surprised by this new tubby kid
So they offered me a regular job they did
Gaining the acceptance of ones piers
Despite early resignations and fears
Is a satisfying and humbling thing
So a career as a bouncer. Or was it a momentary fling?