When two drunken women fistfight in the parking lot
of a rowdy bar or an all-night greasy spoon,
and the police show up, there are tears and F-bombs,
but no one ever seems to get arrested—unless, of course,
nearby gentlemen, energized by witnessing the fray,
get involved, take sides, launch their own foray
into the sweet science…breaking bones, drawing blood.
Only then do the cops decree the gloves are truly off.