Stop quoting laws to MEN WITH SWORDS.
Men are not men who merely fight with words,
clucking apers of those henpecked birds—
strong men once danced pavanes to harpsichords
and still accounted themselves as warlike lords,
but modern man, boozed up and speechly slurred
has got no room for art or grace—ya heard?—
outside that “let’s take this” is running towards
when the jukebox jukes and bro says “hold me back,”
his girl complaining (“every fucking night”),
balls unsunk, dartboard empty on the wall,
Goldschlägered goblin, dipsomaniac—
the red and blue lights flash, the boys take flight,
the ladies sip their wine, his dick is small.