My 2nd Boxing Poem: "Heart and desire. The Mayweather Way'
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not bad, alright, I'll do my best to write a poem from my prespective of watching all the Mayweather's in action:
Idiot savant; rectangular genius with circular tendencies.
Self portrayed god face with devilish amenities.
Shoulder Roll sweeter than a 50 year old diabetic.
Choking hoes is never repulsive; it's genetic!
180 tics of engineered boredom.
Pops looks like Yautja, post-mortem.
A fist full of Xylocaine at the end of each jab.
Would sucka punch Mother Theresa if she dropped her hands.
60 seconds of verbal hieroglyphs slurred with punch drunk ebonics,
even sub titles need subtitles.
44 have tried, 43 have failed.
Perfection has never tasted so stale, hold the MAY 0.Comment
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The warrior Mayweather going to war against Castillo with no shoulder. Floyd is the shining sun... Brilliant light . it burns my eyes so much greatness. I hurt but love heals all pain. Mayweather undefeated he is the rainmaker. I bow to his light and his skills. I want to be a baby seal living in his pocket. He will feed me bits of cheese ..
Floyd Mayweather Jr.. the great warrior. he is like the Dark Gaul. Undefeated like in that Show Spartacus. Or maybe he's Gannicus.. but with more skills. he'll never be nailed to a cross because he's too slick.
Floyd Mayweather Jr.. he will beat up Canelo. I can't wait till people say Canelo is weight drained. Floyd is 151 pounds right now.Comment
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not bad, alright, I'll do my best to write a poem from my prespective of watching all the Mayweather's in action:
Idiot savant; rectangular genius with circular tendencies.
Self portrayed god face with devilish amenities.
Shoulder Roll sweeter than a 50 year old diabetic.
Choking hoes is never repulsive; it's genetic!
180 tics of engineered boredom.
Pops looks like Yautja, post-mortem.
A fist full of Xylocaine at the end of each jab.
Would sucka punch Mother Theresa if she dropped her hands.
60 seconds of verbal hieroglyphs slurred with punch drunk ebonics,
even sub titles need subtitles.
44 have tried, 43 have failed.
Perfection has never tasted so stale, hold the MAY 0.Comment
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not bad, alright, I'll do my best to write a poem from my prespective of watching all the Mayweather's in action:
Idiot savant; rectangular genius with circular tendencies.
Self portrayed god face with devilish amenities.
Shoulder Roll sweeter than a 50 year old diabetic.
Choking hoes is never repulsive; it's genetic!
180 tics of engineered boredom.
Pops looks like Yautja, post-mortem.
A fist full of Xylocaine at the end of each jab.
Would sucka punch Mother Theresa if she dropped her hands.
60 seconds of verbal hieroglyphs slurred with punch drunk ebonics,
even sub titles need subtitles.
44 have tried, 43 have failed.
Perfection has never tasted so stale, hold the MAY 0.Comment
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