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Click herewhen the soul summersaults
limbless acrobats
to tightly grip a strangle hold
upon reasoning
second guessing
previous maneuvers
kicking yourself in the butt
while in a head lock
wrenching situations
that blink by a black eye
neuron knuckles clinched
on the grey matter mat
grasping a counter balance
understanding your opponent
hoping to win
while wrestling thoughts
words make this a keeper...I think the delivery was fine...smiles..blue
Concur with Liar & Angeline
About the ending here;
At first thought it elucidated
But now I see it's overkill;
With that title and all the imagery
That last strophe seems to fall flat.
Damn Art ~ didn't even see a typo here
Took your time on this one!
Witty and well thought through. But you really shoulda skipped the last stanza. The poem don't need it.