Sometimes writin a poems like RASSlin a wild boar,
face like that guy on the subway slavrin and droolin
you fight for hours beatin its feet into place, jab it in the
gut kick it in the sides pound it BITE it when it bites you it bends
and turns and dances in circles, tossin hot spit from its maw,
charges like a bull bites like a dog, slavers and pegs you with its
tusks and butts you MAKE no mistakeyou gotta twist and turn;
diction's your enemy a ses-qui-pedalian hoof in your face, mouth full
a mud for evry rhyme or pun, bloody bruise fr alliteration;
you gotta TANGle and tussle that brute till its back is to the tree
gotta grab those bristlin metaphors and RIDE that buckin
hog down hoppin dirt root puddles chompin' snarlin snappin
that hot slavering breath you gotta hold on bitter twist its ears
till at last it yields
slavering
panting
snorting
drooling
head limp in the dirt
and you look up to see
you aint where you wanted to go
YOURe miles from
home
and caked with grit n
sore and red you got
hog in your mouth andre
wondrin why
you went up against the beast in the first place.