The Arms of Prize Fighters
The arms prize fighters swing
While in watched boxing ring
Riches speedily bring
And Buccaneer make king...
The arms prize fighters swing
In banks swell the prized thing
Six figures the dollar,
In finance now taller!
Angels but without wings
And I'd swear not one sings...
The arms prize fighters swing
Other arms put in sling.
From it they expect a link
And hard they swing them not think;
At rivals' blistered lips wink,
Long after they'd died no blink.
Copyright © Chinedum Ekwobi | Year Posted 2023
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