Without A Scar

I've had that moment

when death

was galloping

toward me like

a dark Knight

and the fear

as well,

and I 

am serious

as a pine

casket,

You never

know what

Will happen

in 

New Orleans 

and I

have seen 

live horror

movies

and I

have seen

it all, 

and in 

those days,

I felt like

I was 

a pirate

and 

wild 

man,

kind of

like 

a cross

between

a buccaneer

and a

macaque,

well

one 

night,

I was writing

checks with

my mouth

that a 

couple

butts 

could not 

pay, 

and

ended

up running 

for my 

life, 

toward

the 

Moonwalk

stairs,

with the 

patter

of twenty

sets of 

sneakers

getting

closer

to my

ears

and I

was to

scared

to poo,

I was

not going

to make 

it to the 

stairs,

so 

I dove 

into a

patch

in 

the grass

and

encased

my head

with my

hands, 

I did not

think that

a soul 

would have

my back,

I was in 

the grass

for five

good

seconds 

and did 

not feel

a single

kick to

the 

head,

I looked

up and

it looked 

like a

live

WWF

Royal

Rumble, it

looked like

God had sent

down angels 

to save my 

ass, every

soul was 

occupied

and not 

one

single fist

was not

busy

and 

nobody

layed

a finger 

on me, 

but I 

still learned

my lesson,

without a

scar