I should have been a boxer....the way I stick and move when I write. The only person I know that can make the sun shine at night.
I should have been a boxer....the way i fight with words to paint a picture. I'm using the jab to set you up for the knockout blow. I'm looking for your tendencies and when i spot it......down you will go.
I should have been a boxer....float like a butterfly sting like a bee. A sign of honor to a fellow poet.....and inspiration to me.....Muhammad Ali. I should be a boxer the way i study my craft and observe the legends of the game. It's all all about the passion.....I could care less about fame.
I should have been a boxer.....you can't be good unless you train. I have my book ....my pen .....ideas in my brain. I have so many thoughts I may need another brain. I'm on the speed bag so my brain is quick with the flow....switching styles like a southpaw.....which way is it coming? I guess you will never know.
I should have been a boxer....because i really like to fight. Instead of gloves I utilize my pen to pulverize the paper and annihilate those foes and lost loves....father's who left their children at start. They couldn't finish the fight .....was he a coward or a scarecrow.....born without a heart.
I should've been a boxer.....because my defense is always up. I hide my poems inside a book .....it's highly guarded so don't try to look. The thoughts inside are g14 classified....so I'm hiring security guards.....if you want to gain entrance.....you must present an identification card.
I should've been a boxer....because I'm always fighting. My thoughts are knocked to the paper and bleeds black or red. I write about life .....because I know nothing about being dead. Although, I been knocked around .....and have had to take a standing eight.....I leaned on the ropes and learned to wait. Still working the jab......which are the words i write.
I should've been a boxer.....one hitter quitter and then it's time to say "Goodnight!"
Ladies and Gentlemen......we have a unanimous decision. The new poetic champion of the worldddddd!!! ......I should've been a boxer.....Yeah right.
Two forces collide Right Left Left Again. Gloved fists beat into bone and blood The stone will never move The ox will make the stone move Left hook Right hook two jabs. The ox beats the stone The ox hammers the stone The ox hurts the stone’s feelings Uppercut Right Right Again Left. The stone cracks The ox breaks its horn Jab Jab Right hook. The Boxer’s ribs are cracked The Boxer’s ribs are broken Left cross Right cross Uppercut. Fist connects to skull The Boxer’s world is black Then its white Now its back to normal Two jabs Left Left Again. The Boxer’s world is the ring The world begins at one post and ends at another Left Right Right Again Left Left Again. One eye is swollen shut The other blinded by blood Jab Jab Left hook Right cross Uppercut. The blood clears away Now the Boxer’s world is the ceiling And the lights Both real and imagined. The world goes black Then white.