Punching Bag
You ever get what you wanted the most?
Or A very bitter sense or a relentless host?
Maybe even a friend that only sees you?
How about a mirror that could fit your shoe?
There was one thing I sure wanted
And sure enough got it, yes I did
Did not matter size or shape, woman or man
Just for someone to play with me catch me if you can
Now the rules are simple I lead you follow
We have to be on the same track take the message and swallow
There was a story of a man with tears of gold
Who bled for all kinds not just young or old
A man who dreamed while wide awake
And forgot his last chip was at stake
This man’s frown meant no harm
But certainly brought about a ghostly charm
This man beat his own tainted heel
His friends suffered a simple slice and spirit feel
He pierces himself with the longer end
So there are mere scrapes to mend
This man has no off season in his sleep
Just makes himself stronger from a broken leap
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