In the ring my opponent is the size of a globe
Plus he looking like he might take a bite of my ear lobe
He keeps landing punches that really should knock me out
But we been fighting since my birth infinite rounds in this bout
I try to duck out the way of his devastating blows
But its a little hard with a hole inside that constantly grows
Every now and then I land a jab or uppercut
Those are the days Im really up on my luck
On those days he can be gorgeous like a cool summer breeze
I feel like a champion when I have him down on his knees
Lately Ive been defensless but the 'Ref' wont stop the fight
My opponent is my life and the ref is the light
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem