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I looked up to the right I looked up with my might I looked up with my interest growing And just what did I see? Oh, my Lord, could it be? Just an Irishman practicing throwing Not just anyone, see …...
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By Seth Kabala
I looked up to the right
I looked up with my might
I looked up with my interest growing
And just what did I see?
Oh, my Lord, could it be?
Just an Irishman practicing throwing
Not just anyone, see
And it sure won’t be free
But if you’ve got the right kind of money
You can see all his stuff
And be sure it ain’t fluff
When he struts in the ring face all sunny
All the hype will be grand
In that faraway land
Of Las Vegas Sin City red glowing
They’ll be girls in g-strings
Wondrous tiny small things
Bearing signs of forthcoming blow showing
This a favor? Oh, yes
For the girl in the dress
Who is down on her luck and her future
Line up the angel dust
Exultation of lust
Before long fine skin will need a suture
Be sure you don’t stray long
The workouts last a song
And the fighters retreat to their corners
Spitting buckets of chum
Anything but yum, yum
Then the action resumes and the mourners
There can be only one
Champion who’s undone
When the last bell rings out its vibration
All the preparation
All the sex and the fun
Will result in a most grateful nation
Everyone wins this duel
Full of farcical fuel
Of much bloviation and small postures
These figures think they’re grand
Rightful kings of the land
They are pawns in a game full of cost curves
The promoter has game
He cares not for the fame
The accouterments offered on station
His position is here
Future outlook is clear
Daily life is a constant vacation
Bring your wallets and bucks
And your don’t give a fucks
To the fight of the century billing
It will surely complete
Fantasies sans heartbeat
Pony up now all those who are willing
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