Fight Night Poem by Percy Dovetonsils

Fight Night



The Repigs
have stepped up
their game
and won't relent
till we can't get up
again.

We didn't
ask for this fight.
"Can't we all
get along? "
asked Rodney King.

But now
they're giving us
a pounding
and we're awake.

It's on, Trump.
Get ready
to take
your lumps.

Tuesday, November 28, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: political
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