Reunions: #11 Mickey Konic

Mickey Konic, who bullied me
if he arrives, whoopee!
I’ll use his teeth for a golf tee
and batter his skull till he dies
God, I hated that big guy
Who walked up to me one day
Without a word punched me in the face,
I’ll show up if he arrives at the place
Wait till he leaves and with a baseball bat
I’ll crush his head and dent his hat
Of all the people on my list
He’d be the first whose death I’d wish
Perhaps if I were terminal
I shoot him pissing in the urinal
Young rage knows no bounds
As we age we slow down
Our anger cools, our vengeance fails
But give me a cross, a hammer and nails
I’ll crucify that s.o.b.
For that punch he laid on me
I’d wipe out all his family
Attend the funeral to see
My anger finally realized
I’ll rejoice the day he dies
Am I serious?
Should he extend his hand
I’ll reach out and clench it brother
And stab him in the heart
With the other
A lifetime isn’t enough time
to get over certain things