The Punching Bag

I hang here on a chain dangling fowards and backwards 

I am the punching bag

Harder than a pillow, safer than a board 

Punch me when you're mad, punch me when you're bored 

Release your anger and anything else you have stored 

I'll just tighten my insides and clench my teeth 

As all this pain and punishment I absorb 

Knock my happiness away and relieve yourself, you theif 

Crunched up and folded 

This was a productive beating 

My material and innards have almost eroded 

I dangle forwards and backwards dreading our next meeting. 

This poem is about: 


Tommy Rodriguez

I just got here and don't know how to post this in stanzas.My girlfriend and i have tried everything, if anyone knows this information please enlighten me. Thanks for the read. 

Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. 

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