The gloves are off!
It’s heating up
And when you think
They’ve said enough
They bounce right back
To add a punch
A right, a left
This scribbling bunch
Some shout, some SCREAM!
Yet others wait
Through subtle pokes
Their points, they bait
Until they land
That final blow
When socks blow off
And minds explode
Come one, come all!
Beyond marquee
Where writers fight
And chicks drink free
How the World Should Work 