Torn Leather
by Kendall Campbell
Another night on the sauce
and I attracted shit like usual.
I don’t know if he thought
I looked at him wrong
or was insulted that
I didn’t look at all but
he wanted something.
I tried to pass if off but all
he kept sayin was
“this face is fuckin leather”.
He started clawin at his face
and each time drew more blood.
Usually I couldn’t do shit,
never was one for fightin,
but I knew I could take him.
Decided I might as well leave
him with what he had left instead.