I'll break my foot off in your ass

You come in my store and try to buy liquor from me.

You expect me to sell it to you even though you have no ID.

I can tell that you're under twenty-one.

If I sell to you, I'll go to prison.

When you asked for a bottle of Jack Daniel's, I gave you one upside your head.

The broken glass cut you and my carpet was ruined when you bled.

You think if you keep coming back that I'll eventually give in.

I'll break my foot off in your ass if you come back again.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is a fictional poem

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