A Boxer Brings His Job Home

A Poem by Liamesq

I'm a broken down loser
I am empty inside
But I once was a bruiser
Now there's nowhere to hide
Had to keep in the ring
Where the money was at
Fighting for one little thing
Going from spat to spat
Throwing punches all day long
Didn't care for my soul
Never thought it was wrong
Just went to pick up the cash bowl
And even though I now see
All the problems I made
I realise it was me
And not my kids that were paid
Went around spending money
like there ain't no tomorrow
But isn't it funny
How dough can never beat the sorrow
Bashing teeth, breaking noses
Seemed to blind all my love
Never thought of buying roses
With no chance of a peace-dove
When she walked out the door
I knew that it was all over
I cried, hit the floor
No chance of a four-leaf clover