SMACK
this is your
Mike Tyson smack
in the mouth moment
not yet
punch drunk
flat on the floor
like a sweaty carpet
see how well you
can
pick yourself up
get back into
the fight
weave
and bob
sting
with your jab
recover
sprightly
take the fight to me
jam me up like
Foreman did
to Ali
rope that dope
in the corner
not the time to talk smack
to rap
no close in for the kill
pure poetry
this whole
stanza
butterfly and bee
no where to go
no possible
counter
solid defence to speak of
poems 2 die for 