Humor

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Brass Knuckle Love


She wore brass knuckles,
To match her killer smile.
I'd say she was a Good Ol’ Broad...
But there was nothin' good 'bout her

"It's just business, baby,"
She said with a swing
And cracking that smirk
While cracking my jaw

The room was hot and sweaty
Just like her in studded leathers
She laughed a sandpaper chortle
As my nose broke to her fist

She moved closer in
An' gave me a wink
My heart skipped a beat
As I heard my leg crack

Yeah, I owed five large
An' time was overdue
But it was the only way
I could see her again

Was the beating over already
Or had I just gone numb?
I clung to the shag carpet
And drifted off to the rage on the street

“Oh no you don’t!”
Snapped the voice I would die for
“You don’t pass out on me!”
And bleary-eyed I gratefully obeyed

“You and I got all night”
She cooed into my ear softly
“I’m getting’ my money’s worth”
I coughed a bloody smile in return

And as the bones crunched into the night
Screams of pain mixed with delight
My gorgeous Enforcer at her finest
--Best investment I ever made


(c) 2006 David Ian, Dani Baldwin

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