I broke a man for a dollar.
That's the opening line of a great poem
I should know.
Its about a great boxer's glorious career
and it's going to get hits on this forum.
Or not.
or whatever.
It's no caps, right?
apparently that's what sells tickets these days.
or at least on here
i should know
it was supposed to be a hundred a round
i got seventy-five
whatever
i don't know what he got
other than probably a broken nose
the crowd cheered for four minutes
thirty-seven seconds
if i'm honest they were bored for half of that
whatever
i got my hand raised
woo
#W
i bet he talked funny to his kids when he dished up cambels soup for dinner
because it was food or the hospittle
i mean what the fuck would you do?
its a qestion mark rite
what a tipo
whatever
i'm a winner, rite
i pay my rent
ask his kids know who the real man is
they know what it is
its daddy
i broke their daddy
i broke their daddy and his kids bellies are full
but im a winner
*tip*
im a winner
*tip*
im a winner
*tip*
winner
*tip*
winner
*tip*
finnigan wake up please wake up wake up please finnigan wake up
wake up yor kids are here
they lov u
i didnt mean it to happen
wake uo fingvf
weh hefhvk]
*tp*
wk ...p
*p*
pleasse...
*p*
*p*
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#JJoyce
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I don't want to start the story over again.