When does the
champ know that
he doesn’t have
It anymore?
Is it after that
first loss to a
*** he should
have knocked out in
the second round?
Is it when his body
doesn't do what
his mind tells it
to do?
His punches are
slow.
His legs are
weak.
He once was one
of the greatest.
Iron Mike, they
called him.
He loses to an
overhyped cute
boy with little skills,
and blonde curls.
It was brutal to watch.
He was king of
the jungle in those
early Brooklyn days.
Old lions don’t just
wander off and die
alone.
They get killed and
eaten by
younger lions.
After this charade,
I hope the champ
hangs up his
gloves for good.
Nov 20, 2024
Nov 20, 2024 at 1:27 PM UTC
When does the
champ know that
he doesn’t have
It anymore?
Is it after that
first loss to a
*** he should
have knocked out in
the second round?
Is it when his body
doesn't do what
his mind tells it
to do?
His punches are
slow.
His legs are
weak.
He once was one
of the greatest.
Iron Mike, they
called him.
He loses to an
overhyped cute
boy with little skills,
and blonde curls.
It was brutal to watch.
He was king of
the jungle in those
early Brooklyn days.
Old lions don’t just
wander off and die
alone.
They get killed and
eaten by
younger lions.
After this charade,
I hope the champ
hangs up his
gloves for good.
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