Sour Sonnets of a Sorehead & Other Songs of the Street/A Throw-Down

by James Percival Haverson

A Throw-Down

Turn on the power, you didn't hear no bell.
You say you thought you did? Well, you're in wrong.
I've got no sister—Gee, your nerve is strong.
Excuse me, if I seem to say farewell.
This ain't the market fer the dope you sell;
You'd better mingle wid some other throng.
Just sift into the breeze an' blow along.
What's that? Ain't you got goin' YET! Say, Nell,
It makes me sick the way some guys butt in,
The phoney plays they'll make to flag a skirt
An' how it is they think they ought to win,
An' why they ain't afraid they might get hurt.
I wouldn't want to do no person dirt,
But Gee, I wish the cops would run them in!