A P.Ublic D.Isplay of Affection

My challenge was not issued there! My challenge was issued here! Which was why you threw me off, when, first, you ran in fear. You, who had the reputation of being the best to play this game, "destroying" all of your challengers, while gathering all of the fame. But, maybe all of that fame went too quickly to your head, As your audience ate up ev'ry word that you had said. Respect for your battle skills was immediately reserved, But, now, I have to wonder was all that respect really deserved. As I stated in my "ODE," this is a game of speed and wits, Where the strong throw all the punches, and the weak take all the hits; Where a real poet accepts a challenge, no matter how many dare, And is always ready to battle anyone, any TIME, ANYWHERE! The last point, that I just made, is the one that you should read, Giving it all of the attention, that it really needs. I decided to step up, but you decided to run and hide. I guess hiding is much easier, than swallowing your pride. Ev'ry request that I made to battle was met with an excuse, Which made me think that you were really trying to dodge all of my abuse. Are you afraid to get embarrassed, or of losing all the fans, After proving that you are unable to meet all of my demands. If so, then you "officially" forfeit your claim to greatness, Because any such claim, to me, would be considered weightless! The number one spot is "officially" up for grabs, So, now, the scientific minds are working in their labs. "THE DOZENS" is the name of the game that we will play, So, if you do not have the balls, then please stay out of the way! But, if you do decide to play, accepting the fact that you just might get pinched, Make sure you come alone, leaving your "boyfriend" on the bench. I entertain the crowd, but from the crowd is who you run. Therefore, your reign at the top is "officially" done! Now, to more "worthy" opponents my focus has been shifted. So, turn in your little crown, since you are obviously done with it!