Who the Hell am I?

I was trying to trim them off so that I could look nice for you

I was smiling as I snipped bit by bit. The shearing got rather out of hand

You laughingly stated that I look like a baby

Sheepishly giggling as I knew that it did look rather silly

Frying an egg to go with the French toast I wanted you to have

to sooth your acid-filled stomach

I wanted mine greasy so I poured on the pan cups and cups of

liquefied pork fat. How it sizzled on its down pour

on my thigh as a heavy wrist brushed the handle

I opened a can of spread with a knife and used too much force.

My blue skull rag was drenched as I staunch

the spilling insignificant measures of my life essences

I slept pressing fore and middle fingers against palm

Jason mopped up the trickles and dribbles the next day

After being reassured that I still can and would soon rise from my bed

On the toaster remained five pieces charcoaled cheese breads

I didn’t mean it damned it!

I already I already told you my apologies a dozen times

and please I’ve told you that I do not remember!

I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell. Please stop crying, my love

I got hit hard on the temple side of my head

and I fell unconscious on the pavement

I came to and I answered the chocolate men in the white tiled hall

I did not know who started what, It does not really matter

Still, they handed me a signed medico-legal paper

I hooked my knees on his neck pulling, to bring him slamming

down the nugget-graveled dirt road

I stomped on his trunk, below above, by the sides

Then stood on his chest as I clomped down hard.

How could his friends stop me when they were reeling on the ground

It was a very fun-filled night until they came to lewdly rubbing elbows

On babes smooth, smooth silken uncovered back

The flipside of a bump and grind would be my jump and ride

Fists became five pointed daggers discovering the lumps on throats

I know where I am. There were five of them

I was alone so how can it be my fault?

What started it all you say? I scanned and scanned the past hard

I was thirteen then and holding on to this very cold amber bottle