Chokehold Poetry in the Cage

Yo. Go, Punk Knuckles kiss canvas, thunder on the

floor. Fist swinging symphonies, chaos at its core. Legs of boa

constrictor, wrapping tight, won't release. Bone meats bone, gladiator,

ballet wars masterpiece. Sweat drips down the mat, drinks each drop. Blows like time

bombs never heard the tick-tock. Grip on the torso, serpent 'round the

prey. Every second stretching, burning night bleeds today. Clenched teeth scream

in the lion's den roar. A savage sonnet sung in blood and war.

Bodies a machine, oiled with molten fire. Fuel-injected heart set to hurt and