A drunkard yelps with rage in his lungs.
Indulgence splashes upon rusted seats.

Critical balloons with their skins removed.
Pretentious Buzzards pick at men’s lives.

Cigars choke a room of screaming meat.
Wildness ensues outside of patriotic ropes.

Judges become the shadows of flaws,
Burdens inject doses into morality,

Hunters stalk upon the canvas jungle,
Poised, but recoiled movements begin.

The hunters become wiry gazelles,
Assassins dance as violent ballerinas.

How elusive two snakes can move,
Until it is time for poisonous strikes.

Blood escapes from open wounds,
As the brain engages against muscles.

The gatling gun of technical display,
Mortals inhale desire from their foes,

Ghouls screech about smooth exchanges.
They urge for more animalistic scrambles.

Modern, empty-handed Samurai battles;
Warriors of living discipline and death.

Rippled muscles reach for a destiny,
A straight punch collapses his being.

He falls awkwardly, like an executed deer.
Savages roar outside of the canvas ring.

One man lays to dream of faraway lands.
His pupils run into the depths of his cranium.

He swims in a sea of blood and sweat,
Until blurred images revive him anew.

He awoke from a dream to a hellish nightmare.
But still, he stands with dignity and respect.

The victor runs over to the fallen warrior.
He whispers beautiful words, only the two can hear.

Both men hug in humanity’s embrace,
Emotions are drained and peace welcomes all.