Turn-ing fast
His Jab missed.
Quick-ly I
Cy-cloned with
Well timed fists.
But I missed.
Noble tries
See-ing past
Swoll-en Eyes,
Seen close-ly
Count-er-ing
Ad-verse-ty.
Whose El-bow
And Head Butts
To my Guts
Got Me all
Co-vered up.
God Help Me!
Plant Your Feet
Block and Straight
Up-per Cut,
The Fu-ck
Out Bad Luck.
Vic-tor-y!
