Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

shadow boxing the source
taken down in the round
chaos sucker punched me
I was punching the poetry

pummeled me in my ramble drag
I was nothing but a poet punching bag
I never knew how how to throw a good right
I lost the fight before I wrote my first word
I didn't know you cannot win against fate

I was born too soon I was born too late
and even if I got my black belt one dark night
out on the town making love to a street muse
she only let me win because I knew how she felt
she said write me a poem and she knocked me out