WRESTLING POEM
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MAT BURNS
FACE TO FACE ON A PADDED WALL
WEIGHT ON TOP, NO AIR AT ALL
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WRISTS & HANDS LOST, NOT FREE
THROBBING PAIN IN THE LEFT KNEE
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MUST WORK BACK TO MY BASE
DOWN BY ONE WITH THE CLOCK I RACE
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ELBOW UP, I FEEL IT TWIST
GRIT MY TEETH, MAKE A FIST
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PRESSURE OFF, NOW THE HALF
LOOK AWAY, I HEARD HIM LAUGH
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RAISE MY BASE OFF THE MAT - HIT A SWITCH AS QUICK AS A CAT
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NOW I'M UP AND HE'S DOWN - IT FEELS BETTER THIS WAY AROUND
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WORK SO HARD FOR THE PIN - BUZZER OFF, I'VE GOT A WIN
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NECK WRENCH, HAMMER LOCK, BODY SLAM
KNEE TWIST, BLOODY NOSE, ELBOW JAM
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YOU TAKE IT ALL, BUT WORTH THE HAZE
WHEN AT THE END IT'S YOUR HAND THEY RAISE
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