You hit the sauce and the floor

You hit the sauce every night and you get drunk.

When this happens, you turn into a punk.

You become intoxicated and then you challenge people to fight.

You think you can win but they always punch out your lights.

A man beat you up when you pinched his wife's butt and I'd never seen so much blood.

When you tried to fight my friend, I kicked your ass and threw you in some mud.

As you laid in the mud, you started crying.

If I said that you took it like a man, I'd be lying.

When you get drunk, you stagger and you fight like a slug.

You've spent so much time on the floor that you ought to be a rug.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is a fictional poem

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