The nectar of the Cauliflower
Bleeds from they ears
A Blossoming deaf....

In school we were taught
Every fight must be fought

fight or be fought
Mentality....

P.E assignments
I write my rage in brewzes
Across the flesh of paper soldiers,

To be read
by black eye's
We all fight here

Their is no sighn language
To translate our hatred
Like empty hands
& bloody knuckles,

They speak of us
Threw broken jaws.

And when the day is done
And all is said in swung
We remain the last of the knuckle slangers ************************************************************* Dedicated to Alicante high school A.K.A gladiator school