I gave up on sparring, throwing right hooks & jabs
So I strap enemies to arm chairs, tied, bound & gagged
Unlace their Air Force 1's, and nail down their toes
Jump up screaming, smashing their nose throwing them bows
Grab some salt and peroxide, with a stare so cold
Nail clip pieces of their sole to have a lamp shade sewn

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Next weapon: feather duster