He’s got a fistful of fight but his hands are so small
that to battle makes not one shred of sense at all.
He emerges bloodied from every dust up.
He howls like a wolf then he yowls like a pup.
He’s clearly the loser in his every bout,
but no one’s been able to knock the man out.
He’s back in the ring on the very next day
throwing jabs at the world and just swinging away.
He showers opponents with insults and lies.
When faced with his losses, he simply denies.
His handlers convince him that he is the greatest.
Performance, however, would hint he’s a sadist.
In his corner his trainer and great cut man Bannon
persuades him his power is like a loose cannon.
And so he continues, bruised, dazed but still cocky.
He’s sly and persistent. And our future’s rocky.