This is a poetic description of the first clash between boxers Muhammad Ali and Jerry Quarry which took place in October, 1970, in Atlanta, ending Ali's three years and eight months of forced, unfair expulsion from professional boxing.
First off I've never been the poetic type, I just got the urge to write about what was on my mind, and it rhymed. But feel free to critique (or maybe if I'm lucky, compliment) my work.
This one is yet another about Tom ___. But it is also about my confusion with him and hs new f*** buddy. Because he wont let either one go and yet he wont find the time to meet dad. Like I said, it feels like dad and I are losing.
