FIGHT In a bar, Friday night, Alone again, alright, Nursing a beer along, Really hope for conversation, Preferably with opposite sex, Yet, knew my lines stale, As stale as the beer nuts, Bye and bye, woman smiled, She seemed smiling at me, I smiled back, grinned really, Then I heard an angry voice, Don’t smile at my wife, you SOB, Wiped the smile, offered apologies, No affect, hostility rampant, Ass just spoiling for a fight, Nowhere to run, no backup either, Stand my ground, make best of it, He... Sign in to see full entry.