(This is a fictional poem) <br /> <br />I used to think that those Rocky movies ruled. <br />When I saw Rocky win, that was pretty cool. <br />Those movies inspired me to be a prizefighter. <br />Many times I couldn't eat because my jaw was wired shut and I'd end up twenty pounds lighter. <br />I won the heavyweight championship but they revoked my title because I lost weight. <br />I cussed them out when they took my title but that wasn't a decision that was great. <br />They had bodyguards who were bigger than me. <br />They beat me so hard that I was in agony. <br />The heavyweight championship was the only bout I ever won, I never won again. <br />I tried and tried but I couldn't win. <br />I fought George Foreman and he knew no fear. <br />He bit me in the crotch and reduced me to tears. <br />After fighting, I couldn't see because my eyes were swelled shut. <br />Some school kids saw that I couldn't defend myself and they kicked my butt. <br />I was so familiar with the canvas that I should've been a painter. <br />When I faced the bigger fighters, I became a fainter. <br />If you plan to be a prizefighter, I have some advice to give so you won't go wrong. <br />If you're as lousy as me, you won't have a pretty face for very long.<br /><br />Randy Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/prizefighter/
