I Am The Blind Man Boxing Poem by Jeff Rushton

You are the undisputed champion.
Continually punching, never stopping, never caring,
Holding me to the rings. Knowing my unconsciousness, knowing my weakness, knowing my blindness, knowing every blow counts for another point. You are the champion, never ending, you are the champion undisputed even after your post-bell, ringing blows. The purse is all that matters, not the hospitalization of the blind man, never seeing the blows. Knowing in the end you will get the belt, the ring, just about everything, as long as you can keep on boxing those without offenses to fight back in the ring. You love the glory, the fame the fact that it's your name over the ring. All that matters is the purse and the ride home with a belt of magnificent social worth. The taunting and scorn give me the desire to never see more. Those attending are just as capable and acceptable to the sport of beating another with a weakness that in reality should be a strength.