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.