I hope that's okay
You don't need a face, anyway.
I want to trip you with my stick.
Hip check you to the ground
Punch you in the face
When the ref's not around.
I'm going to catch up to you
sneak up to you,
overwhelm you with speed, fear, anger.
It's not your fault.
I swear it's all mine.
Wrong place, wrong time.
nothing to blame
a hockey game.
you're just in my way.
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