They are lean and vicious, big and little homo sapiens,
pit bulls of mushroom ears from blows received
They're fists and kicks bruise and bloody
can splinter ribs, separate ligaments
divide brains from cranium casings
like eggs and yolks fall apart
These are men caged to fight
Judges are paid to award laurels
Referees are paid to keep it clean
Crowds cheer and boo and egg them on
I view the gladiators from my living room
where I try to figure out from first impressions
who will be the winners, who will be the creamed ones
Do I feel guilty that I am entertained by this barbarity?
Only guilty that I do not feel as guilty as I should.
What the heck, I'm but a tourist just passing through
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