God loves a tryer,
Is ringing in my ears,
My blood running from my nose,
Mixes with my tears,
My big brother standing over me,
As I lay upon the ground,
Egging me to get up,
And go another round.
So up I get and down I go,
Just as fast as I got up,
My problem is my temper,
Which is nearly about to erupt,
For things look different,
When vision is through one eye,
And anger keeps spurring me on,
To get back up and try.
My brother is looking down on me,
With that stupid grin,
So I aim one below the belt,
Guess what bro, I WIN!
Rongo Raniera Maihi
Copyright �2003 Rongo Raniera Maihi
