Poesy in the ring

In the ring, it’s burning love,

It’s burning hate,

It’s burning life is hard,

I take my queue from Ali, when he was inside:
I’m permanently in the ring, being magnificent, and so tremendous,
My words an Ali shuffle,

VICTORY,

Round 8000,

(The inhumans read my post and talk and laugh among themselves, they’re trying to convince themselves they are human, no matter how long their noses grow, they pat each other on the back, congratulate themselves, and their noses grow)

Meanwhile, I’ve flanked them, moving like a tiger,
Becoming BETTER, STRONGER, and MORE RESILIENT

I let loose a flurry of words,

And annihilate them