Iím so mean the clouds float
away from me like
a chicken bird, a
Iím a wasp who done put a sting
on your neck, like
an alligator who done chomped a
chunk of your hide, a bee
who done chased you home to the
arms of your momma. I got two hands
that tell the world I canít
be beat. When I hit you, you stay hit.
I done what
I said, Iím the
baddest. I done blacked your eyes
and cut your face so you canít
ever be as pretty as me. See!
This poem is a ďGolden ShovelĒ which is a poem
where the last words in each line are, in order,
the complete text of an existing poem
or part of a poem, in this case a poem by Muhammad Ali.