I’d touch and tap politely,
Barely a stiff breeze.
You’d pound your point deliberately
Exhausting me with ease.
Perhaps you were too rough
Or I should’ve been more tough –
But the imbalance has left me reeling,
Sick of the bobbing and the weaving.
So I finally threw a punch.
And now you can’t get up.
It isn’t what I wanted,
But I’d had enough.