New Poem. Cuz poetry is easy
Sucker punch, for supper-lunch.Now all,your teeth are gone.
Sucker punch for you butt munch,
The Queen - no longer pawn.
Sucker punch, don't love her much.
She's mulch in my field of daisies.
Sucker punch, not a lover such.
I'll always be too crazy.
Throwing sucker punches for Jesus..