Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Bloody Knuckles

Feel the rhythm in your arms.
Here its beat in every thud.
Left. Right. Left. Left. Hook. Left. Duck.
Your hands in wraps all stained with blood.

Your stress subdued with every blow
As the bag rebounds from your throbbing hand.
Your mind is clear. Your will is strong.
This it means to be a man.

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