The Fighter

Here comes the fist
Pound after pound
Pressure building up
Accomplishment turns into a beating

Do this and do that
The need is growing strong
We have no more room for wants
He's pounding you to need

Slap the heart
See it convulse and stutter
Your gray gooey existence
Will get you through the day

Here comes the Model
Of everything you follow and trust
He's pounding you to need
When he knows all you want is to love
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I wrote this poem for my father. I don't need you to keep pressuring me. I know what I'm doing.