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.

 

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