Prizefighter

(This is a fictional poem) I used to think that those Rocky movies ruled. When I saw Rocky win, that was pretty cool. Those movies inspired me to be a prizefighter. Many times I couldn't eat because my jaw was wired shut and I'd end up twenty pounds lighter. I won the heavyweight championship but they revoked my title because I lost weight. I cussed them out when they took my title but that wasn't a decision that was great. They had bodyguards who were bigger than me. They beat me so hard that I was in agony. The heavyweight championship was the only bout I ever won, I never won again. I tried and tried but I couldn't win. I fought George Foreman and he knew no fear. He bit me in the crotch and reduced me to tears. After fighting, I couldn't see because my eyes were swelled shut. Some school kids saw that I couldn't defend myself and they kicked my butt. I was so familiar with the canvas that I should've been a painter. When I faced the bigger fighters, I became a fainter. If you plan to be a prizefighter, I have some advice to give so you won't be led wrong. If you're as lousy as me, you won't have a pretty face for very long.