Keep The LIne

RAW Poetry Forum Post

A large office chair
I pick up and hurl
Landing on your face.
I see your lip curl

Before you can move,
I bare my sharp teeth
Sinking them into your flesh
Will be nothing but sweet

You lunge at me strong
Pushing me into the ropes
But my right knee lifts hard
Proving your efforts a hoax

Before you make challenges
You can’t carry out
Robin will stomp on your words
Leaving little doubt

That she is the winner
You will admit your defeat
As you drop to the floor
And give a kiss to her feet.