Gloves

Gloves of the famous sport
What is mine and what I bought
All my problems float away
As I punch a bag for the rest of the day
*Thud* *thud* as I punch
Which makes me hungrier for lunch
Protects my hands and wrists
So I do not hurt my fists
The smell of sweat and fabric scents
In the punching bag, I leave dents
The colour of Matte black fills my eyes
And my punches, oh how they fly