Down For the Count

Knew this was gonna be, a tough fight from the start,
the stakes were high, it would cost me my heart,
I trained most diligently, day after day,
blood sweat and tears, prepare for the fray,

took many body punches, right in my gut,
and when I bent over, got a kick in the butt,
you gouged my eyes, took a jab to the neck,
there is no prize money, ain’t getting no check,

went down for a 6-count, early in the fight,
first to my knees, then stand upright,
the referee looked me, square in the eye,
you a man or a boy, wipe those tears fancy guy,

so I got back in, and tried it some more,
once again I went down not needing anymore,
but I was an idiot, thought I was tough,
flexed my muscles, thought I looked real buff,

the words were angry, the looks were real mean,
we clenched in the middle, but we finally broke clean,
I tried for a kiss , a hug, and a smile,
told me to hush, needing more than a smile,

one more time, I put my jaw in the way,
took a hard right, thats the end of my day,
down on all-fours, I was ready to mount,
this fight was over, I was down for the count.

Gomer LePoet….