The Birdman A Salute To Iron Mike Tyson Poem by John Ackerman

outside his window they hover over

through gallows of granduer to endure

　

great wisdom comes from above given to him

through temples of fire long lines alone

　

Tyson was used to providing

learn to take each new day in perspective

　

never let them leave you second guessing

I must clearly confess

　

The birdman was a dreamer

a no it all talker falling apart at the seams

　

a closet king in a world so very mean

destined for soaring heights tonight in flight

　

there was a lesson to be learned

the birdman goes for a watch

　

chooses it's greatest need watch as some may bleed

out of every circumstance learn to take part in the dance

　

super sized surprise through it's twisted lines

look deep within my friend

　

columns of piers we shed a single tear

for all to draw ever nearer