Joe Frazier in a Cowboy Hat

would knock you down with a right
like a pissed-off Zeus
struck you with a thunderbolt,

if you ever dared
to enter a ring where he stood opposite,
bouncing on his toes,

just waiting to smack your jaw
because it meant a Cadillac to his mom
even if she couldn’t drive.

Hell, even if Joe didn’t drive, he’d still hit you
because a guy fights his way to security.
Read Hobbes.