You’d think his sensei is overwhelming force
If you’re brave enough to bandy about words
Then be prepared for a discourse most coarse
He’ll draw his sais and dare you to swing swords
You’ll never find him sitting on his laurels
Tipping the bottle and hitting the streets
Searching out quarry for the next quarrel
Taking a break only if there’s pizza to eat
He doesn’t forgive and he doesn’t rest
He’ll suffer neither the fool nor The Foot
There’s only one problem on this test
How to pick the best fighter? The question is moot
Even though he is no longer a drunk
Count on Raphael to throw the first punch
Raphael wants to drink all the whiskey in the world and punch all the bad guys in the face. Raphael will muster neither sympathy nor empathy for anyone who, in his quick estimation, crosses the line into “bad guy”. Was it a series of unfortunate and uncontrollable circumstances that lead them to and over that line? Such a question matters not to Raph because the answer might stay his otherwise righteous fist. With the strict dichotomy of “good guys” versus “bad guys” and no sight for anything in between, how much of life has Raph willfully blinded himself to? Even if he believes one to be a villain, he has to recognize a story tells of how that villain came to be. How many stories is Raph denying himself by repeating the same tale ad infinitum?