The World: a Ring
THE WORLD: A RING
Oh, thou world is a ring
And you oh fate, a boxer
I only a contender
With my milky teeth
Thou smirked at my ignorance
But now with bread grown
Thou two have given me thou hard’st blows
My fans now fed up
They draw postcards of my waterloo
However, I have fallen
From a blow like Tyson’s
Melting like gold refined
I shall not fail to rise
At least rise to fail
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