Hung-Fu

You hung up on me, Ippon you;
with uppercuts and straight left jabs...
Why don't you call, evade me – fool;
leave me guessing, thinking caps?

Now am fed up, call the FED's get up;
out of my life my Hung-Fu will make you leave!
You got all chances now I want you to stop;

hang you out to dry to put my soul at ease…

You left me hanging and now are back;

bite the wind, not my neck, don't suck my blood!

It's game over your poker face is out of stack;

Just save it for others, and leave for good...