Dick in the Dirt, Bruised, Beaten. But...
Life always goes
For the low blow
To the balls,
Knocking
The contenders
Dick in the dirt
And
Diving
Head first
Deep down
Into that pile
Of shit
Forever leaning
Against the ropes
Hanging around
My neck,
Creating
My never ending
Fight
With my
Dukes up
Slaving forward
In life-
Gritting teeth
With a gnash and
SNARL!
I let soar my
Fist raging for life's temple
Pounding back
Another
after another
Aiming for the liver
With a dying brain
Telling me
He's a wrecking machine!
But we all take a dive
In the third round
Punching in
Punching out
Wondering why I'm
Still alive
After
All the destruction-
Why do
I even persist?
Forever leaning
Against this bleeding pen
Creating and
Creating
My never ending
Fight
With
dukes up
I move forward
In life.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world
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