{10_01} SEE HERE, BOKE, we're strong wrestlers, please wake up.

{10_02} Why mock our skillful exercise of flow?

{10_03} You think your precious words could fill a cup

{10_04} as freely as our sweat? What does Boke know ...

 
{10_05} ... about the art or discipline we share

{10_06} in contact, man-to-man, and men-to-men?

{10_07} You've tossed around our words without much care.

{10_08} Perhaps you'd like more contact. Let's set when ...

 
{10_09} ... we all can get together and discuss

{10_10} the finer points of grabs and throws. Our rules.

{10_11} And like you said, don't think we're dangerous.

{10_12} No wrestlers die, except the crazy fools ...

 
{10_13} ... who think they can avoid the daily work

{10_14} of training: Who can't flow, but only jerk.

{11_01} SEE THERE, GUYS, there go girls. Let's have a beer.

{11_02} You're absolutely right. Just what you said.

{11_03} Has anybody told you, you look queer?

{11_04} Just kidding! Got to rhyme. Don't bash my head.

 
{11_05} You never know when panties will prevail,

{11_06} so always keep some handy's what I say.

{11_07} Yeah, good ol' Vicky's Secret in the mail

{11_08} is near as nice [insert your own cliche].

 
{11_09} I think I've demonstrated not to write

{11_10} without a lick of sleep. SEE what you get?

{11_11} But there's yet too much work to say good night.

{11_12} So while the guys and I are getting wet ...

 
{11_13} ... by spraying shaken beer cans up our nose,

{11_14} let's pause to cry about Bob's last red rose.

{12_01} NOW WIPE YOUR EYES AND SEE what victory

{12_02} in wrestling means. What does it mean to win?

{12_03} It means, for one thing, with full certainty

{12_04} you know that you have won. The origin ...

 
{12_05} ... of your applause is clearly in your hands.

{12_06} No ten-point scale applied by random judge

{12_07} can make you miss by fractions. Vict'ry lands

{12_08} right at your feet. You placed it. It won't budge

 
{12_09} Perhaps there's kinds of wrestling I don't know

{12_10} where victory is fuzzy (please advise),

{12_{11} but my mind has no slot where they would go.

{12_{11} The rule should tell the winner, not the wise.

 
{12_13} Here power, skill, and fate presents the rose.

{12_14} In other realms of life -- not how it goes.

{13_01} WHICH GUY WILL WIN her heart? It all depends

{13_02} on who knows what. The way you sniff her rear ...

{13_03} (Wrong species, oops) The way your scent upends

{13_04} her rowboat day. The echoes she will hear . . .

 
{13_05} . . of others from her past within your voice.

{13_06} Not counting the genetic dials pre-set

{13_07} for "other guy." (And ones with a Rolls Royce.)

{13_08} There are some women you can never get ...

 
{13_09} ... no matter what you do. You have no play.

{13_10} THE POINT is you can't wrestle "him" for her.

{13_11} Nor can you wrestle her to get your way.

{13_12} There are some cats, we know, we can't make purr.

 
{13_13} And part's of our democracy's like this.

{13_14} There are some candidates no babies kiss.

{14_01} THIS GIANT, LITTLE MAN can make me cry.

{14_02} He needs a girlfriend, and he wants your vote.

{14_03} The girlfriend part's beyond me, but I'll try

{14_04} to overlook his size. But that's the coat ...

 
{14_05} ... he wears into the ring. But then removes

{14_06} and suddenly a giant's standing there.

{14_07} Then tears of truth flow from my eyes, he moves

{14_08} the longing parts around until their where ...

 
{14_09} ... they're s'pposed to be. It's clear he is what's right

{14_10} with politics ... as Hillary changed tune

{14_11} from wrestling to "REVIVAL" when the light

{14_12} of D. Kucinich bent each "Matrix" spoon ...

 
{14_13} ... into pure moral force that shook each soul.

{14_14} It's mad we won't let "winning" be his goal.

{15_01} REVERSING HIST'RY was Queen Hill'ry's frame.

{15_02} Then tossed in "wrestling." Did she understand

{15_03} the meaning of the word? Or was it lame

{15_04} ol' pol-speak -- tinkling glass, but clear as sand?

 
{15_05} Perhaps she did, but it rang wrong to me.

{15_06} A time machine is what she brought to mind

{15_07} with her "REVERSE," but maybe, actu'lly

{15_08} she meant "like wrestling" -- quite a diff'rent kind.

 
{15_09} Not backwards, but shift places. Down guy's up.

{15_10} You know? That's still ol' pol-speak. Either way.

{15_11} The Queen would gladly give a poison cup

{15_12} to upstart Dean who paints the power play ...

 
{15_13} ... in ways that Hillary would lose her crown.

{15_14} Yes, she knows which side's up, and which is down.

{16_01} When "wrestlers" do their best, they pay a price.

{16_02} And surely they deserve some recompense.

{16_03} So I will try my best to treat Dems nice

{16_04} no matter if I think they're just plain dense, ...

 
{16_05} ... or practical -- the way that often seem

{16_06} (within the sky-high frame I always use)

{16_07} compared to those who have both strength and dreams.

{16_08} The kind of candidates who will refuse ...

 
{16_09} ... to play it safe when "everybody knows"

{16_10} a bunch of BULLSHIT leading them astray.

{16_11} True leaders make a stand against those flows

{16_12} while, oh so many, turn to go their way.

 
{16_13} OK, that wasn't nice. That's not my role.

{16_14} My job's to shout that Dubya's hell's ass-hole.

{17_01} DEAR PRESS CORPS: How much longer will it take

{17_02} until you understand where your head is.

{17_03} I'm go'ng to bap you hard -- the same mistake

{17_04} repeated always makes it lose its fizz ...

 
{17_05} ... not, as some think, become reality.

{17_06} (That's my own line of bullshit, you can buy

{17_07} a bag for pretty cheap. But not for free.)

{17_08} I understand the logic. That is why ...

 
{17_09} ... I'm not describing how far up your ass

{17_10} your head is wedged right now. I know it feels

{17_11} you're breathing truth, but that's just passing gas

{17_12} arising from the BULLSHIT that appeals ...

 
{17_13} ... to ev'ryone it seems. So, not just you.

{17_14} But, why with all your smarts, do you smell, too?

{18_01} IN PARIS I am watching my hot femme

{18_02} make noises on the catwalk not allowed

{18_03} across the Internet. No angel sim,

{18_04} but devil-may-care rondos for the crowd . . .

 
{18_05} . . . with no authority to let them fly!

{18_06} She whispers she'll repay me for this tale

{18_07} that I have stuck her in while she's gone Bye!

{18_08} But thoughtfully I'm rigging up a sail ...

 
{18_09} ... for her (and my) escape to eastern seas.

{18_10} (Assuming she'll forgive me one more time

{18_11} 'cause I'm so very sweet and like to please,

{18_12} and Lord knows, who can blame me. It's the rhyme!

 
{18_13} The audience applauds cause they don't know

{18_14} the instrument she's played. I love her so!