why is that the toughest fighters
more often than not are nicer than mary's little lamb
but when you try to arm bar one of them
it's like poking a cyclops in the eye

two hooks from one such nice fella
and you rediscover your liquid composition
questioning every single one of your decisions
which landed you in this initially polite exchange

suddenly your short arms mean a short grappling range
and your average-thickness neck is begging for a bare naked choke
your glass chin becomes a circus joke
when fists come raining down on your tough guy charade