“The Song of Sean ‘Diddy’ Combs”

His fist flew
With tortured flurry
His face screwed
An angry jury

He grew sharp teeth
And in his eyes
I was but beef
A squash to fly

I walked back
To find my weapon
The sound was “wack”
I used a kettlebell.

-J.C. Hoyle

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