James C

James Contendo
was a boxer back in the day
all he wanted was to beat things up
he jumped on the couch
he broke his childhood toys
he smacked himself in the face

he coulda been a contender
but his belly grew big
because big ole mamma
wouldn't let go

he would run everyday and jump fences into pools
James oh James, such a young man of 23
he knew he'd leave someday
only when he was ready
because boxing is not what he was known for

Contendo was a sales man, door-to-door
selling printed off sheets of paper to the neighborhood
he'd ask for 15 but could be persuaded to 10

this was his lifes work, in the palm of these peoples hands
being read over and over again
and a smile admired his face, it glowed
as soon as anyone would read, he'd know
a big smile over his face

but the paper and the ink ran out
and he knew exactly of it
so he sent emails and emails and maybe someone out there would find him
and someone found him

a dog that could type 3000 words per minute, selling his story in the print
a manuscript into a book, words all through the world

with a single click of a button

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