X-Pug

he hooked to the body hard
took it well
and loved to fight
had seven in a row and a small fleck
over one eye,
and then he met a kid from Camden
with arms thin as wires-
it was a good one,
the safe lions roared and threw money;
they were both up and down many times,
but he lost that one
and he lost the rematch
in which neither of them fought at all,
hanging on to each other like lovers through the boos,
and now he's over at Mike's
changing tires and oil and batteries,
the fleck over the eye
still young,
but you don't ask him,
you don't ask him anything
except maybe
you think it's going to rain?
or
you think the sun's gonna come out?
to which he'll usually answer
hell no,
but you'll have your important tank of gas
and drive off.