As I speed and strife, on this insanely busy highway we call life Completely swaying wildly as I dodge their gloves The bell rings as I swing… He dodged it, like it was in honor of his wife Out the corner I come, rough and ready, my legs are steady I fell like steel, but just hot and sweaty Swing and a miss, it looks like I just dodged his fist Man that’s close, I feel like I should toast to this Red wine? or White wine? Wait! I ain’t got time for this, or I mean don’t misgis Back to the fight…. I connect like Thors hammer and he just took flight It’s over I think, better get a drink, to toast my might Oh wait never mind, I think I just dropped the mike Or the pen in this instance, trust me I just might, be high as a kite.
This modern take on my poem battles. "Misgis" is an Afrikaans word for misjudge. This again is the light side of my poetry.