THE RING

Glory filled moment
For the unexpected
To stand up
In front of the cameras
To win
To kiss your girl
With swollen lips
It’s the place
To kiss the cloth
With your nose
A concert
Or a morgue
With your family on your shorts
With God
With your pimples and your nose bursting
Red beads like a race horse
Bathing in each others sweat
And blood
Crowd chanting your name
With a broken nose
Mincemeat
As they boo you
The sluts go round and round
As they boo you
Your face is falling off
As they boo you
The kid’s white shirt is spattered with blood
They want him to kill him
The best fight lasts four seconds
The best fights are pink
The best fights are empty