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Most people lead with the jab But his 1-2 punch was dactylic The majority of his poems are haymakers Homogenous mixtures of slurred speech That rarely connexts His footwork is nothing special He still finds the canvas too springy He's distracted by blinking Graceless graphite paws Taking granite swings Skipping chips of deadweight loss Embedded in the stream of ink Now dripping from his brow The fighters looking up And the ref is counting down
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May 17, 2019
May 17, 2019 at 12:41 PM UTC
The Pugilist
Most people lead with the jab But his 1-2 punch was dactylic The majority of his poems are haymakers Homogenous mixtures of slurred speech That rarely connexts His footwork is nothing special He still finds the canvas too springy He's distracted by blinking Graceless graphite paws Taking granite swings Skipping chips of deadweight loss Embedded in the stream of ink Now dripping from his brow The fighters looking up And the ref is counting down
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May 17, 2019
May 17, 2019 at 12:41 PM UTC
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