Ring Rang Rung Wrong
I met UFC and she courted me.
She made me wanna hit!
But I stood back from the ring,
Not battered, but better I became.
It's no life worth livin' to get
your bell rang.
Or worse, to punch a good man
to his death,
Just to get the gawkers to
sing your song!
And move up the rung
to where you think you belong.
The escalation seems so wrong.
Copyright © Scott Campbell | Year Posted 2021
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