Tooth Nose

Sixteen feet high,

Just over two tons.

As long as nobody dies,

This will be fun.

Two walk in,

Only one walks out.

The music hits,

The fans scream and shout.

The lights go down,

The crowd gets anxious.

The lack of sound,

Brings the crowd anguish.

Down that ramp,

One at a time they come.

No time for cramps,

No time to run.

One has a leather face,

One is a dead man.

It starts at a slow pace,

Then faster than quick sand.

The leather face is thrown sixteen feet,

Right through a table.

Medical attention the staff begin to seek,

No wonder this program is only on cable.

They take him away,

Away in a gurney.

But he still wants to play,

So he runs towards the ring in a hurry.

The leather face is choke-slammed,

Falls through sixteen feet of steel cage.

Not sure if it’s part of the program,

Parents must be outraged.

A steel chair falls to the head.

Everyone is thinking,

“Oh my God! he’s dead!”.

He is not dead,

He is not I suppose.

His mouth full of red,

A tooth in his nose!

After being choke-slammed,

Onto a thousand tacks,

The match is over,

As the referee hits the mat.

One…two…three…