Bite

When I was in kindergarten, I had a habit of biting other kids if I got pissed off at them. After I had bitten several kids, the teacher told me that »Biters wet their pants,« Eager to test her hypothesis, and demonstrate my familiarity with the scientific method, I bit the boy next to me on the arm. I believe his name was Marshall, but that's not important. What was important was the fact that I did not wet my pants. I tried to convey this to her shortly afterwards, but she was too busy smacking my ass with a ping-pong paddle.

Why didn't I bite him? I sure felt like biting him. »We can't approve your loan,« he said. He was all over stripes (regimental, pin-, you know.) »The two of you don't make enough to live in [this town].«

My partner argued. I twisted my feet around in my shoes and scratched a scab on my arm and looked out the window. Thinking back now, I wish I had just bitten him and gotten out of there.

Bites is what the bedbugs do
when you're all snuggled and sound
and you wake up with the scrathing fits
when no one is around

Maybe the worst thing you can do to someone physically is to bite them. It's just as violent as a punch or a kick, but it seems so much more brutal to me. It must be all the teeth--and the saliva.

Okay then. No rabbit punching, no low blows, no hitting after the bell. And you, Tyson, no biting. Shakes hands and come out fighting....