I did underground fighting in my twenties.
I wasn't one for fists but two machetes.
The rules were you could only slice,
without damage such as their eyes.
Stabbing was out-lawed as blood would fly.

I could somersault and twirl around,
I would tire opponents that were bound.
The rule was just one slice for the victor,
I took it easy on the losers with a tiny finger
simply, a little bit sliced not needing stiches.

I only did it for the money and my demons
but truthfully not the blood was my intention
Just the fame and a win with just one slice
They called me The Machine, kinda nice.

Someone once said to me, to live forever,
You have to be a warrior or a writer.