3 out 6 Ain’t Bad

He could pass as a poor man's Atticus Finch,

I mock you not, he's comfortable in a tight clinch,

Always taking on the bigger guy, in every battle,

He prepares for his challenges, pounding dead cattle,

A regular visitor to the museum of art,

Ascending the steps, the blood pumps through his heart,

Outside of the conflict, love plays it's role,

"Yo!" to the wife, his heart and his soul.

He stands as a metaphor for someone scaling the Eiger,

It's easy I suppose, when you've got the eye of the tiger,

Though his stories might not match those of Moses or Noah,

You gotta love the Italian Stallion, Rocky Balboa.