(February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

They Sucker Punch

I am tired of boxing cocky foxes,
With their sweetened smiles and greased tongues.
I'm through with slinging to fling mud in the ring,
With a fighting against those sly who lie...
While others protect them with a doing done,
To help them flee from misdeeds...
Seeking somewhere to hide after they run,
With more sleaze to come.

They sucker punch.
With a doing on the run.
They sucker punch.
And with a masquerading done.
They sucker punch.
From out of darkened corners too!
With deceptions to delivery and quick to do.

They sucker punch.
With a doing on the run.
They sucker punch.
And with a masquerading done.
They sucker punch.
From out of darkened corners too!
With deceptions to delivery and quick to do.

Those cocky foxes laying low and sly,
Deceive quick and hit then run somewhere to hide.
They sucker punch.
With a doing on the run.
They sucker punch.
And with a masquerading done.
They sucker punch.
From out of darkened corners too!
With deceptions to delivery and quick to do.

I am tired of boxing cocky foxes,
With their sweetened smiles and greased tongues.
I'm through with slinging to fling mud in the ring,
With a fighting against those sly who lie...
And pretend nothing's done.
They sucker punch.
With a doing on the run.
They sucker punch.
And with a masquerading done.
They sucker punch.
From out of darkened corners too!
With deceptions to delivery and quick to do.

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Comments (1)

one bit I read 9 times, no bits less than twice, the repetitive delivery of 'Sucker Punch' delivers boxed cocky foxes to the ice.