Training

With every muscle burning I wince to keep going.
I bow my head so noone can see that my pain is about to get the best of me.
I throw a jab and then a cross. I know I’m not that great so I try not to floss.
I push it to the limit in each and every way, hoping and praying that I’ll be like her one day.
Until then I’ll bide my time vowing to kick every ass in line.
Don’t let my size fool you I pack heat in my punch. I’ll make you throw up your mommy’s sack lunch.

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