A hole in the line I call
Brief hiatus from wok (success).
Stop and wipe away
The blood, sweat,
And tears
Before I start again.
Rest my blistered foot
Before I dance again.
Because your idiocy
Can't stop my motion
And I'll keep on finding
My own strength in spite
Of your daily floggings,
And even though I'm broken now
Tomorrow I'll get up again.