One Of My Scars

One of my scars, actually I have many.

Every one has a story,

defining each in all its glory.

I'll start with my face,

I'm white in race.

But the left side of my mouth, is a shade of red,

My little Brother, the hot head,

was on the laptop,

when he jumped up and smacked me in the gob.

He had a large sovereign ring on his finger,

his punch was hard and sharp, it didn't linger.

Blood was running down my new purple t-shirt,

as you can tell, it fucking hurt!

My Brother Paul, took me to the hospital,

where we sat for hours in the waiting room.

We went outside to have a fag,

but him being the clown, made me laugh.

I was laughing so hard, my wound split deeper,

this wound will become a scar and a permanent feature.