I.
Billy
Be a hero
The rest of us will creep out the back
Our wives were happy
Our kids were happy
They didn’t care about Billy
After all, their Dads came back.
II.
The night Chicago died
There was nothing good on TV
I went to bed early
and missed it all.
Dammit!
III.
If you leave me now,
You take away the deepest part of me.
You know I can’t allow that.
You’re not going anywhere.
Nowhere good.
IV.
Everybody was kung-fu fighting
But I was kung-fu loving
Drunken Master
Mantis Style
Long Fist
Eight Extremes
White Lotus
Ah!
VI.
Love me
Love my dog
Love my brother
Like whatever
Love me
Love yourself
Love the weather
Like who cares
VII.
I think I love you
But what am I so afraid of?
Cancer.
Drunk drivers.
Faces at the window.
Child abductors.
Prison.
Public speaking.
Rectal bleeding.
All the usual stuff.
Poetry and Paranoia 
VII was best :p
Thanks for visiting. vii is my favourite.
Very cleverly done – you’re certainly not just another brick in the wall š
nice! thank you
Wordieness, perhaps?
You should search Bravado Entertainment Kung Fu fighting. Oh, good poem btw.
thanks very much for your comment, sorry it has taken a little while to reply.
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