tossing gloves across the ring to the corner where they stood just outside he hollered PICK EM UP  Im sick an tired of your mouth

he didnt move 

PICK EM UP 

   Hes not going to Look at him

You look at him

                 When your done help me laceup  

He looks benevolent He also looks disinclined to spar 

Spar Horseshit 

                 Im gonna knockim out

Hes not going to fight 

                        Yareally wanna throw down on Him

Have you been listenin to his crap  Anwhas with He Him I can hear the capitalisation in your voice out of reverence deferencethink his shit don stink hangin on the words stuffed in his mouth  They arent his 

                                                                                                  But as long as he rides the ass  agrees   Hes A-list

You keep talking like tha . .

. . Lace me up 

You keep talking like tha Hell smite you wont even have to lay a glove on you

Bring it on Lace me up 

                         Im not suffering some psychotic gods cosmology  not mine  read it somewhere yare welcome to it but not tha youll use it

   Ahem  Hes gone 

Wha 

     he looked the corner was empty   Tha frosts it

Donbe irritated He didnt smite ya 

                                       But had He you deserved it

he didnt wait on herwent at his laces with his teeth

1315,  day-between-2-Ts,  19  7. 23

0923, Saturday,  22  7. 23