Prizefighter

They rise from corners of their quarters
 And he and she are the prizefighters
 Verbose their swollen tongues
 Painstakingly the words are printed down
 like typewriters
 Let your broken jaw heal
 Screaming makes the paint peel
 Shut up, sit down
 I think it's getting kind of loud in here.
 Loud in here
 They stand a foot between their punches
 Nouns and adjectives flow out by sentence
 Each hand it points to knee
 Never leaving their sides exclaiming loud, but don't mean it
 Let your broken jaw heal
 Screaming makes the paint peel
 Shut up, sit down
 I think it's getting kind of loud in here, Loud in here
 Shut up, sit down
 I think it's getting kind of loud in here, Loud in here.
 Loud in here
 Loud in here
 Loud in here, here
 Let your broken jaw heal
 Screaming makes the pain peel
 Shut up, sit down
 I think it's getting kind of loud in here. Loud in here
 Shut up, sit down
 I think it's getting kind of loud in here, loud in here
 Shut up, sit down
 Shut up, sit down
 Shut up, sit down