Off Target

Everybody worries about the head
And while it’s true most knockouts
Come from blows leaving no doubt
That hitting the brain puts one to bed

But has to be right
And the shades of over refined
Leave much room for drifting away off target

Underneath it all what most fighters forget
How quickly moments define
Who will see the light

Ribs or the liver instead
Of glorious head shots lead to rout
If the body won’t work there’s no need for clout
Shutting down in dread

   -gl-