Sonnet From A Hospital Bed
November 21st 2006 04:03
Gentle was the voice of the boxing pro
'Til I laid my gentle hand on his wife
And said something lewd involving a fife
My mouth's next fistful felt much worse than crow
Got smacked in the chin and then down below
Although he did not pull a gun or knife
I still had reason to fear for my life
My ribs and my jaw could take months to heal
Been weaned off morphine so I don't feel fine
I'm told that my tale will not help me sign
A huge lucrative nonfiction book deal
'Twould be something good to tell a grandkid
But I can't have one due to what he did
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