i will punch you
in the face
without pause,
without phase.

under the ribcage,
through the fat.
can’t catch your breath,
prepare for death.

surely quick,
purely a glimpse.
the fairy tale plot,
a love story for wimps.

the script was better
before you lost the erection.
she would’ve been wetter,
but you used protection.

no happy ending with alimony
and child support.
we’ll be throwing up pompoms
and dunking balls in this court.