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rivalry's end
by Cymbre Dolphayfour fists
two hits
me hitting you
you hitting air
(how long have I
been this quick?)
you missing my face
me clocking your jaw
(hey man,
do you realize
you're losing
to a chick?)
one roundhouse kick
to your amazing chest
and your perspective
is up from the floor
(who would have known
that I'd have
you whipped?)
your ego's bruised now
mine remains the same
don't look wounded
I'm not you, I won't gloat
(but have I won
because I'm good
or because you slipped?) 04/14/2003 Author's Note: How much can you know about yourself if you've never been in a fight?
Posted on 04/14/2003
Copyright © 2024 Cymbre Dolphay
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Beth K Hannah on 04/15/03 at 04:37 AM not a lot that's for sure. And you yell at me for quoting Tyler. Well, good work m'dear. |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 06/09/03 at 04:11 AM Excellent banter... I love the quick jibes... great literary punch... thanks for sharing. |
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