Ease is to your own ruin,
to this fight at once,
Life offers no escape,
Fight you must.
No candies or featherbed on your way,
No comfort or ease along your path,
the dagger dangles over the head
like the Sword of Damocles,
why kiss your chains?
You are surrounded already,
death dares your resolves with a threat
to retire to fate is to be a crippled,
quit yourself as men
there is no resting yet,
there is no fence, why seat you still?
like a man fight.
Your foes unrelenting,
be not in bondage to the tyranny of Flesh,
The bait of retreat is attractive,
all cowards take this path.
and write their names in sand,
but the valiant must not.
The eyes to the goal,
Fight, like a man to victory,
With eyes towards the Light
Fight.
Her hands don't feel like satin,
she's been working since she was a child.
Never was a pure white angel,
she was always a little wild.
She can fight like a man,
but loves like a woman.
Some people say she's a blessing,
others say she was a bad omen.
Never was suited,
for the debutante ball,
She liked the honky tonks
or a smokey pool hall.
She had to learn too early,
how to throw a punch,
the only girl child,
And the meanest one of the bunch.
She has been hurt and mistreated
from the very start.
But somehow she managed,
to keep a good heart.
Still holds faith
that there's some good in this world.
And there's a place, in a heart,
for a tomboy girl.
Just because life sucks
You don’t wanna live no more?
Fine! So why don’t you
just go ahead and kill yourself?
Get it over with—
Stand in front of a runaway train…
Life ain’t worth living for sissies.
You think only you got the problems?
Think again. Life ain’t fair. Big deal!
So what you wanna do?
Sleep on a bed of roses
and drink wine and eat caviar all day?
If life was all that good
Everybody would wanna live forever.
Life is a *****!
If you don’t have guts to stand up to her,
Then it ain’t worth living anyway,
No one is gonna fight your fight
Either you roll with the punches
Or throw in the towel,
Either you play her game
Or roll over and play possum;
And let me know when you are dying,
I’ll email some flowers to your funeral,
Or, Stand Up, dammit, and fight like a man!
"Guts and Gain" contest by Olive Eloisa Guillermo
I taught my ex to fight a bit,
she'd shape up and throw punches quick,
when we had an argument,
she would jump up throwing punches thick,
sortof broke me up to see,
some fisticuff 4 me ...
cos laughter ended it....
re:
"Fight like a man" Cory long
Don
Lurking in the shadows of a darkened night
You’ll find a man hiding behind a mask of disguise.
Charming and witty is his game
But heart ache and pain is what he brings.
A smooth talker and manipulator of love.
Sets you up from the start.
Knowing exactly what he wants
He goes after the weak and innocent ones.
Not much of a man he would be
Without the mask he so needs.
Sly and clever he thinks he is.
But doesn’t he realize they are only words written.
No action can come of this man.
All he can do is smear your name.
Im not afraid of what you’ll do.
I am curious to see if you’ll follow through.
So here is your time to shine like a man.
Put up your dukes I coming in.
We will see who wins this round.
Does he have the balls?
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