black midi
Posterity will show me to be
The greatest the world has ever seen, a genius among nonentities
The Leadweight clash of the century,
February 31st, 2163
I was there, but could not see
Being a 3 foot 3 superfluous freak
Blinded by necks, upper backs and knees
Folded fat, flapped by the breeze
Sun Sugar, in the red trunks
Sun Tzu, in the blue
Both ran to the centre of the ring
While the rhinestone suit continued to sing
Sun Sugar, a simple man, cut from coarse cloth
Sun Tzu, seeking strength from a snakeskin broth
“Weighing in at
Six hundred pounds”
I ran through legs to the front of the crowd
Sun Sugar came over in-between rounds
Sun Sugar came over shook my fucking hand
He turned away, I shot him in the back
Sun Tzu raised his arms
Crowned champ while Sugar bled on
No doctor on the scene - the audience won
Eventually found, sentenced to life
Spent reading the letters of a million wives
Sun Sugar wouldn’t be shit without me
The youngest executioner in tabloid memory