Boxed In

I was born on boxing day
I’ve spent my whole life fighting since;
every morning when
the alarm clock round rings
I punch into submission
my subconscience and
wait to see who wins;

in both the red and blue corner
drunk on punches I stand in
every morning none the wiser
of the opponent I am facing;

Forty three years
I’ve been waiting
for this first round to end;
Forty three whole years
will you please be my bell?

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