Once upon a time near a waterfall behind the club
a lonely flag stood in a field of trees, tall grass, and shrubs.
A young boy slowly crept to the flag confident in his concealment.
His heart beating fast thinking he'll be the hero
when he felt the sting of a freshly cut switch from a tree.
He felt the sting as it whipped across his shirt covered back and across his naked arm.
First the sound of the crack then you heard the scream.
It was time to play capture the flag and this time it was going to be mean.
They beat each other.
The sticks grew larger.
The moans grew louder.
Laughter echoing with the sound of the falls.
If you got to close to the flag you'd get slapped in the balls.
They had so much fun giving a whack
and had no problem taking one back.
They sat around the campfire late that night
laughed about their wound and showed them in the light.
While the eight track played over and over the same tunes, they laid around and licked their wounds.

There's a part two to this fable.
It happen years later at a pool table.
One said let's go shoot some pool.
They all said okay and followed the fool.
Keep in mind they had a drink or two.
When they got to the table everything was cool.

I won't mention any names.
I'm sure you'll know them just the same.
Look through the keyhole, there's a rhyming clue.
This is one of the biggest fools.
One's the son of a dentist who lost his glasses years ago.
You'll always find him with his cup in his hand.
His last name ends with o.
One drinks beer and hangs out in bars.
On the side he sells dutch made cars.
There's one that's pretty laid back and cool.
They call him the patsy.
He still followed the fool.
One sells insurance.
More then just cars.
You'll find him hosting at the tiki bar.
Then there's the violent one.
They called him the hanger.
He'd push your face into the wall for the last little debbie.
He'd do it all in anger.
Before this night was over the shit was going to fly.
On a warm Miami night they laughed until they cried.

Call the eight ball.
Take your last shot.
What's this feel like?
First you feel the shock.
Then you feel the pain
and the laughter starts again.
It really was no surprise.
It was bound to happen.
It's always in the eyes.
It starts with ball slapping.
It may have started with the friendly poke.
They knew right away that this was no joke.
Excuse me was that my cue?
Do it again and I'll do it to you.
They used their cues for more then pool.
They whacked each other like grown fools.
Once again you heard the smacks and then the moans.
Mixed with laughter gives it a very funny tone.
Then another one right after that
Each a little harder then the last.
They'd retreat and then advance.
Trying not to shit their pants.
They did a lot whacking that night.
Never noticed that little red light.
They thought they got away clean
until the elevator opened to a whole new scene.
You're not welcomed here any more.
You've had enough to drink and there's the door.
We've come to the conclusion.
We've seen you on the screen.
You play pool too damn mean.

There's bound to be a part three.
For once a fool one will always be.
It will happen some winter, spring, summer or fall.
Until then watch your balls.

12/10/2017

Posted on 12/10/2017
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