In the Heat of the Moment
Sometimes you just have to
toss in your Idealist hat,
light the ring, drop the robes,
and beat the shit out of Reason.
It’s time to clear the air.
Then ring the bell,
mop the blood and sweat off the mat,
send them back to corners and cut-men.
Those two were never going to get along.
Honesty, is lacing up.
She’s ready to come out swinging.