Wrist Locks From Guard
/I used to have friends,
Then I broke their wrists.
Playing this game from bottom,
Of pain I did insist.
First I hunted their legs,
Then focused on their hands,
After me they can no longer push,
No longer grab, or walk or stand.
Some say it’s dirty,
But I tend to disagree,
Grab whatever sub you can,
Like it’s on sale, bargain bin free!
Yes people will not enjoy it,
They may yell, cry and complain,
Saying you are being cheap,
Taking the name of Jiu Jitsu in vain.
But they just got subbed,
A victory I just earned,
So hide your hands baby
It’s a lesson you just learned.
So come to the dark side,
The techniques aren’t that dodgy,
Just ask yourself,
Why are you ignoring 4% of the body?
This poem is inspired by the book, ‘How To Write Evocative Poetry’.
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