So I was watching tv and Mike Tyson was
sitting in front of a panel of distinguished shitheads pleading his case that
he was not a disturbed ear biting bulldog like we all knew he was. Keeping his
fingers x-ed that they'd reinstate his supplicant ass. Ali was there, trembling
that shake that’s trapped him so well.
Float
like a butterfly ~ Sting like a bee
The prettiest black man in his hey day ~
kicked everybody's ass except for a handful and ugly Spinks in ‘78.
There’s that famous picture of him standing
over Sonny Liston bitching him down; but now-a-days the tremors got him paying
his dues for being the greatest.
Magic was there too showing his support for
that lisping piece of shit.
And the Peppers sang ~
does
anybody want some Magic Johnson?
And then
. . . just
my dumb-fucking luck,
Tyson speaks ~
with that little annoying screwed up voice he
has
Look,
I fucked up.
I
. . . I know I fucked up . . .
. . . I
mean . . .
and he went on with that miniscule pussy
willow voice of his
and the Nevada Athletic Commission went nuts
for it and opened up their arms 4 to 1
and said welcome home son but don’t make us look bad
and he got reinstated
and they were all happy except for me and the 1.
We were ready for the straight-jackets.
Victor Millan
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