We are the sand boys

We are the sand boys.
Oiled and gritty
Hard to hold
In the grasp of the wrestler
Soothing war wounds
Caused by pleasure
Stay alive boys
Dodge the drop kick
Avoid the Nelson
(whoever he is.)
Half or full
Slide from the strangle hold
Of your opponent.
Learn the tricks our masters taught us
Light foot, agile
Don’t forget the rules boys
Don’t kick sand in their eyes
Just rub their faces in it
Secretly from the crease of our arms.
Be victorious
And smile at the aggressor
Take the prize boys and
Win the contest
Tell the tales boys
To inflate our
reputation
Do as we’re told boys
And make our lives easy.
We are the sand boys
Clean and fragrant
Here for the taking
And in for the count.