Lobo was an inner city neighborhood thug.
Who would squash some of the pool hall goers like they were bugs.
He loved to pick fights.
And slam an opponent with all his might.
One day Lobo got blindsided.

And someone hit him in the eye with a pool stick.
If he wasn't such a jackass.
Somebody might have felt pity and not want to swat him like a fly.
When a lot of people started calling him Popeye.

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