My sanity hangs by a thread,
Contemplating trying to blow my brains out my head,
Tried to make her love me, seems she hates me instead,
As the world watched her break me, “A shame” is what they said,
A bout that probably could’ve been P-P-V,
I put it on basic cable for the world to see,
Because I never thought that she would last past round three,
And I definitely couldn’t see my head hung in defeat,
From round one she set the tone, stick and move, stick and move,
Jab, duck, uppercut, one and two, one and two,
Heading into round two, what to do, what would you?
And my trainer told me do all you can do, she’s the truth,
So I bounced across the ring swinging for the fences,
But I couldn’t slow her down, thinking, Man this girl’s relentless,
Because all other opponents, I had knocked them out in minutes,
A fifteen round fight and she would take me to the finish,
At round ten tried throwing in the towel but it was glued to my hands,
Eleven, trying to run away, but I am stuck where I stand,
So I stand here and swing just as hard as I can,
But she just steps to the side and dodges my hands,
Twelve and thirteen were the same, I couldn’t bring myself to flee,
She was Rocky Balboa and I was Apollo Creed,
Past my prime, But still there was none as confident as me,
Until the bell rung at the end of round fifteen…
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