Boston bag
I crumbled dirt on your bag
Dust over the fiber
reputation
Your fist came for my face
Struck it but didn't seem to hurt
You were something intimidating back then
But what are you know?
If I were to find you today
Would you stand up to me
If I were to deal blows to your ego
Would you recover well
Or would my ideas
Like your strange superstitions
Do their work over time
Seeping doubts and supernatural affliction
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