Prizefighter...

by SplitSided   Oct 15, 2004


He's got a fire in his eyes.
And won't stop until the enemy dies.
A temper that could kill.
An unmeasurable skill.
He's got a twitch in his eye.
And nobody can figure out why.
Everyone stays out of his way.
When he argues they can't figure out what to say.
Who he fights he doesn't choose.
Because he has nothing left to lose.
Bloody knuckles, anger in mind.
He hits the person in the face and they go blind.
He fights for the thrill.
No matter what the person's skill.
Eye's that could pierce through anything.
Trying to figure out what tomorrow will bring.
He's already beat everyone in sight.
Now he's looken for his next fight.
Fighting anyone small or large.
Just to make sure they know he's in charge.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Robie Lincer

    Thats a nice poem! and very true indeed!!!

    keep it up!