We specialize in 
twisting the knife,
insults placed just so
between the ribs.

We’re practitioners of
the gut punch, load
the glove with enough weight
to drive the breath from us.

We stick and move, bob
so we can weave words
into a combo the other
can’t get back up from.

We want to end this fight
on our terms, we fight
each other because there’s
no one else left.