The Win
I was losing heavily on points
The wreslter was defeating my will
But deep down inside I knew I could win
I was tapping in on the divinity thrill
I worked myself up to my base
and twirled around hooking his head
Using my hips I threw him in the air
and went for the pin, putting him to bed
I didn't get the pin
but got enough points
that got my hand raised
for my first win shall anoint
Monday, January 3, 2022
DIVINE INTERVENTION Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Copyright © Robert James Liguori | Year Posted 2022
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