What he told me to do, keep everything terribly simple
Not to saturate people – you – with words overused
To cherish but never abuse
Talk about the things I might like, a Sunday roast, catching an immaculate amateur fight on the telly
All about getting those juices flowing, a literary brawl formulating up inside of my own belly
Glazed and bloodied boxers, always and forever knowing
Mid-fight, be they winning or not, they constantly glowing
Pull the punch but not too much, take the fall but know when may, may not be the right time to stand tall
Again, all about giving your audience what it needs
Focus hard and find your ZEN