The bouncer stood firm, with a past that was rough, A life of pain and heartache, with many roads that were tough, He knew the job he held, required a calm and steady hand, To deal with the drunks and troublemakers, and make them understand. But every now and then, a flash of anger would appear, The memories of the past, too much for him to bear, He took a deep breath, and controlled his every move, For in his heart, he knew, his reputation he had to prove.