Ode To The Jaw. The story Of A Leno And A Half.
A Leno And a Half!
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His was the
missing design
from Mount Rushmore,
As I hammered
at it with my fist,
still he shook
off the blows
in a sweat spray,
swung a roundhouse
right at me but missed.
Most boxers would
call it a bone shrine,
a calcium god
that withstands,
those hard knuckled
slams to a jawline,
that cripples the bones
of men's hands.
9 rounds and my arms
were like jello,
my best uppercut
was reppelled,
by the rock hard
jawbone of this fellow,
who I had thought
for sure would be felled.
All the women
at ringside were gazing,
at the smooth concrete
cut of his jaw,
I was decked in the
tenth while appraising,
that one of those
gals was my Ma.
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©-MFB III