Psychological Cage Match Poem by Kaz Kawasaki

My vision would shock you.
Turn your world upside down.
Throttle your innocence
And throw it to the ground.
Stomp up your hands.
And bend back your wrists.
Scrape up your fingers
So you can’t make fists.

But afterward you would thank me
Your ego so bruised,
And feel that it is I
Who was once more abused.
We would shake hands,
And then walk away.
Never talking again
Nothing needed to say.

And now our visions will shock them
Turn their worlds upside down.
But maybe not stomp them
Or leave them bloody on the ground.
Instead we will guide them
And use their support
To create our own rules
To this fabulous sport.