The bell sets the tone, Round one begins. You danced, you posed, But you don’t know the end. Time is a weapon, each breath is a count, Your feet shuffle back, the pressure mounts. A jab to the ribs, your grin fades thin, Knuckles crack hard on the bone of your chin. Cracking knuckles, breaking pride, One shot lands, no place to hide. Canvas waits, the ropes can’t save, Round one knockout, straight to the grave. Hard lefts and rights, your balance shakes, The flashbulbs blind, the ground awaits. Two to the body, one to the jaw, You stagger, you stumble, it’s all Shock and Awe! The hype had the crowd on your side tonight, They bought the show, they believed the bite. Scheduled for three, but you won’t see two, The canvas takes kings, tonight it’s you. Cracking knuckles, breaking pride, One round’s all it took to decide. Canvas swallows, the lights burn dim, First round knockout, the fight ends grim. Cracking knuckles, blood on your chin, Cracking knuckles for the win!
