Smile
Fight me fair and crippled tough fight me down to size, leave me standing in painless air or hold the standing here or hold on to me.these gloves I wear are but used color,it fades with the sweat fades by minutes hand,hour by hour day to day week and weaker still,bended knees no nothing of it swollen elbow said so,I am writing afraid of fightings fear I am writing nonetheless.....keep me not in alleyway nor pray for arms around me,for only sense of sensibility can save me drowning daily,save me drowning save me drowning or press me gently under say no words where rhyme is thick for thin is almost gone say it loudly or loudly say it or say it anyway,or curse in screaming where figures walk walk by hullo walk on scratching,for it be fine another day a laugh of smiles a while.I will not explain for I shall not refrain until the fall is caught and still, until I'm bought.I frown at noisy highways at scattered future cracks it boils in sleep and Timber it seeps down Middles back,cemented life of plastic no dry wind found nor watered ground but beating heart with walking shoes to the next fat soulless town.so fight me fair oh wasted cry fight me down to size for it be tomorrow will find it there in that devilish angel smile.
