The Boxer - in Trumps own words

I play by the rules day in and day out, Showing my class, wielding my clout. I take the hard blows time and again, Knowing my patience shan't be in vain. Joe's on the ropes, all by himself, Waiting around to be dumped on the shelf, Restraint is my friend, as I pull back and watch, Those flailing wild jabs I so easily dodge. There's one rule to fighting, it's Biding your time, Showing him up, using his dime, Keeping ones cool, letting him dance, Then all in one motion - destructively prance. There's rhyme to the reason for the 12 Rounds to be, So everyone knows, all clearly can see, The prowess of one, the demise of the other, An abject defeat, no spin as a buffer. The guys just a has been yet I'm giving him grace, Watching him flail, not setting the pace, The fun's in the waiting, a matter of time, For him to fall over, his crown to be mine.