Tough

Impressive as his attitude must seem
To someone who was never strong enough
For anything more challenging than snuff,
He started quickly, then ran out of steam,
And fell apart. Was it another dream,
Pretending to be someone just as tough
As his old friends? He didn't like it rough,
He simply wanted to be thought supreme.

To me, he sounded like another clown
From the old neighbourhood. That's what I thought,
So when I saw him cornered, and then caught,
My own resistance seems to have left town.
When I was hitting him, while he was down,
It seemed a good idea. Maybe not.