Smile With Your Teeth Knocked Out

The crowd don’t care if the gloves don’t fit,
or how little you trained, or if he missed weight,
They’re just here to see your blackening eyes,
and the fall of your pride and blood in your spit,
and a smile with its teeth knocked out,

The jeers don’t care what Hells you regret, or
That you’re knocked around or how you exist,
Just so when beat down to thunderous applause,
If here you can rise and still raise your arms, and
Smile with your teeth knocked out,

One (Oof)
Two (Oh)
Three (Ouch)
Four

Six (Bam)
Eight (Slam)
Nine (Ding)
Ten!

And still smile with your teeth knocked out,

The cheers don’t care the which of you win, or
What part you get or what you don’t get, and
Just so you know it’s not what you give,
It’s if you can take it till there’s blood in your spit,
And still smile with your teeth knocked out,

One (Oof)
Two (Oh)
Three (Ouch)
Four

Six (Bam)
Eight (Slam)
Nine (Ding)
Ten!

And still smile with your teeth knocked out.