When I was a teen I did not have the control to say what was on my mind.

I walked into McDonalds and saw that there was this guy who had something on his face, looked like a smeared paint or something. I got his attention and pointed out that he had something on his face. He took offence. There was group with him. They attacked me.

Lucky I knew how to fight so I beat the shit out of him and his friends. Of course I have to add I was also with my group of friends who numbered twice their number.

Moral of the story is. Sometimes when someone points something out that you feel slightly offended about, just remember that they may just be trying to help out. And if you take the violent route you never have the guarantee that you will not get your arse beaten up.

Good poem btw.