The Noon Day Attack of the Man With No Reason

Listen my friends while I speak of treason,
between the staff and the Man With No Reason.
It was twelve, high noon, as we prepared for lunch.
That's when he delivered his first punch.
A chair in the chest, a punch to the breast,
how does it feel to be bench pressed?
All she said was "Don't stuff your mouth!"
Next thing she knew she flew toward the south.
With chairs, with scissors, with hammers, with rock.
some of these things you just can't block.
We tell you he's good, we speak of good aim,
On a basketball court he can put you to shame.
He can read, he can write and do wonderful math.
If he gets angry just don't get in his path.
There are just a few who remember how he used to be.
If we stick with him now perhaps again we will see.

©1990
 

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