They will throw each other over
the top rope, these men in pants and tights,
each muscle bigger than my head,
personalities more colourful than the veins
creeping their way to my heart.
They will kick and punch each other,
these men desperate to make you
forget you are being kicked and punched.
They will say anything to you,
these men with microphones in hand
talking from a script written by a man
who wants you to kick and punch,
be kicked and punched.

© Carl Burkitt 2022