Baton Poem by Manuelito Pio Roda

Now I reached my
boiling point.
Now we're here
to the point that
the is no turning point.

You arrogant bum!
It's no secret that
you ain't got no balls
to fight.
I know my words can
hurt one's pride.
And you asked for
a fist fight.
So let's brawl tonight!

(Few seconds later....)

Hey! don't run you coward!
We are not done yet!
Scared now? You should be.
Your head is bleeding,
run for your life!

Tell your mother how
stupid of you to insult
me in in front of my son.
I didn't confront you
without a reason.
You pushed me so
I unleashed my wrath.
And now you're playing victim huh?
Where your balls at?