The Apology
I'm sorry that I punched your nose.
I'm sorry that I busted it.
The devil whispered in my ear.
I never should have trusted it.
But there it sat, turned up a bit.
My fingers formed a fist.
I looked at you. You're such a twit.
How could a man resist?
In life, temptation's everywhere.
I'm mostly in control.
But holding back so constantly
Can wear upon the soul,
And so there will be times, I guess,
And this was one of those,
When one must do what one must do
And punch the bloody nose!
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