Iodine

The wound is festering. Don't play with it.
Watch closely as I wash it with some ink
From this red bottle – iodine, I think –
So I can see it, sealing it with spit
And rubbing alcohol. You should have quit
While you were still ahead there. Your moves stink;
I've seen a seven-year-old girl in pink
Who'd take you, quickly. Where'd you learn to hit?

The only good advice I'll offer you
Is: try to find yourself another way
To make a living. You won't last a day.
You're not a physical type. Have a brew.
Although your eyes are really very blue,
You've got a jaw of glass and feet of clay.