Just an Afterthought

I had wound my handwraps too tightly around my wrists
And they throb
Just like Yun's face is throbbing now.
Everyone loves an underdog
Just not a dead one

The size-L t-shirt hides his medium build
But it ain't fooling Tom’s fists.

Tom’s heavily chiseled, alabaster
The Greek masterpiece we could never be
His stance is unorthodox
And he’s playing peek-a-boo
But it works for him
Nobody minds.

I advised, “Cinch him!” but the idea is preposterous.
I'm better off telling a nun to deepthroat
Still, Yun keeps going like the little engine that could.
But for every step he takes, Tom drives him back three
If not by choice, then by a cannonball to the head

Or a wrecking ball to the ribs
The sinews on his arms tense
But every jab that takes off never lands
Tom’s batting them aside like a manscaped King Kong
Yun sees the one from below, but not the hook from the side

His reacts like a fish caught and Tom's reeling him in
He’s on the floor
Splayed like an asterisk
Just an afterthought to this bout.

-v