The Boxer

Never thought I'd be a boxer Never even wore the glove Then I put my first foot forward Found a sport that I could love Uppercut and throwing punches Out and back here flies my fist Pound-for-pound I am a champion Yes, a real pugilist Watch him when he pulls his punches Strike him when he's dropped his guard Lay a right cross to his glass jaw Down he goes, and falling hard It's a knockout? No, he rises He's not really down and out Back he come with kidney punches Foul, I cry, and pause the bout Take a breather, catch my breath I'm breaking sweat, not bleeding bad Back into it, there's a low blow Down I go onto the pad Ref is chanting out an eight count On my knees I groan and rise Feigning injured, pull a fast one Nail my fist between his eyes Down he goes, now for the last time Arm is raised in victory Underdog, they called me one time Cheering, making history I've been here for seven decades Never saw inside a ring But I found I am enjoying Boxing on this VR thing