The Golden Gloves

​This is a poem I wrote in 2010. I imagine all of my poetry set to music but I am rarely able to come up with my own tunes. This one I imagine set to the tune of Hell’s Bells by AC/DC.

Feel your blood
flowin' through your veins
How you feel
you can't explain
Life caught up with you
livin it as a game
Who never told you
that's not okay?
This morning
you f-felt okay
Should've known
you'd go d-down t-today!

You're stomach hurts
you're turnin' white
The world is spinnin'
and your breathin's tight
Instincts are screamin'
fight or flight?
Doesn't matter one bit
once she has you in sight
Doesn't matter
if you w-win every f-fight
Cassie'll getcha
she'll getcha t-t-tonight!!

Seeking the Golden Gloves
it's on your face
You've fought before
and you like the taste
Try to tell me
you're one of the greats
But you're still a member
of the human race
Cassie'll put you
b-back in your p-place
These Golden Gloves'll
kn-kn-knock you t-to outer space!!

It doesn't matter
if you practice all night long
It doesn't matter
if you practice till dawn
It doesn't matter
what charms you have on
Either way, in three seconds
you'll be gone
Makes no difference
if-f you've done r-right or wrong
You'll b-be on your back
when the b-bell goes d-d-d-d-dong!!!