We start the round, touching gloves
Hand clasped fast like you always were an asshole Gorman
I’m psycho goreman mixed with Goro
Immortal and immoral, mortal kombat borrow
My fight finishes to make wince-inducing finishers
Bruises, my purple painting contusions intrude your amusement
Communicator
Your man is getting boxed up
Heavy jab legs jelly
Jab heavy
Half his face bust Harvey
Dent his head with heavy
Lefts, he’s got nothing left
My corner shout press him press him
I take five, I’m ten out of ten, dial up to eleven
Send him to cloud nine, twelve in heaven
Make room for another brethren in the bread line
Rikki Tikki Tavi going Tyson on a cobra
Rope a dope Rocky in the corner
Grope a dope, stocky in the pocket
Shoulder him, trapped like pic in a locket
Grow my dope, sticky marijuana
Coming back from the party
Gardens gowned for summer
Flower garlands and garters
Dying on the Dart
I’ll get off here and walk
Know it’s all talk
But it’s something to go on
See a taxi getting flagged to cease
Checkpoint with three traffic Gardaí
Glad it’s not me
Breath like bacardi
With hands on the wheel
Alri bud when I walk in, get carded
Get retarded when I’m inside the place
But show this fat bouncer a sober face
At the bar I’m drinking like it’s a race
Trying to erase it, got spectators
Temper I raise, hit, got sparked off
No one stood when I asked who’s Spartacus
Stars sparkling around the dome of the man I sparked out
He starkly realizes, slow realization
He smartly crawls to the dark corner away from the situation
The future I can discern it badly
Forms smeared seen through a glass bead
A familiar face spied through a glass of beer
Through a glass darkly, a pied, black-skied future I descry
As the crow flies so the missile flies
Arrow straight until it dives
Blackwinged, black evening dress, black star rising to backward orisons as everyone dies
The familiar is destroyed, the unknown like a void heaving and black we’re stuffed into like cats in sacks and dragged to river banks
None of this can be avoided
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