Punchdrunk

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It wore him down; his head was hanging sideways, his lids were slits. This happened almost nightly now. He raised the gloves and waited for another round. He waited for the bell to ring, he prayed the lord would save his eyes. He heard church-folk swaying and sighing, "it's all right". He liked his kids, he liked his sky-blue Valiant, he liked thepay. "The boss' fine young talent" they all would say. And just a pension later he'll be free, do what he wants. Bereave the dream, now sleep, now slowly die.