Bantamweight Vs. Flyweight
Pivoting round the canvas square
the boxer in blue sweating out every pore
and the one in red’s bleeding through his hair
tearing open each other’s eyes
battering chunks of flesh
from their faces and smiles
Blurring punches through strobe light eyes
flyweight vs. bantamweight bells are ringing
I want that belt
I want that prize
trainers and refs scream in their left cauliflower ear
and in the right is the crowd’s sadistic cries
Scrawny wiry dudes pounding walls of meat
concussion percussion
kidney punches means
pissing blood for weeks
rope-a-dope abandon all hope
and the big money’s riding on them both
Flyweight vs. bantamweight bells are ringing
oxblood leather flying through the shadows
blood in your eyes are stinging
biting down on your mouth guard
lips spitting out murky burgundy
sweating gin, sweating rye, sweating boiling brandy
Well, Marilyn Monroe loved ugly men
Marvin Gaye shot to death by his pop
there’s no such thing as a sure thing
skinny, wiry guys dancing til destiny’s bell rings
a boxer’s best hook is his right
but, it means nothing
if he has to
throw the
fight
Horror Sleaze Trash 