"a girl walked past, I whistled,
she turned around and looked at me,
I grabbed my crotch and gave her a wink,
but oh the rejection,
whisky and cigarettes did never hurt me like that."
Excellent points which I apologize for not perceiving at the time of my last post. With all due respect, there was another one he penned BEFORE he was stopped by Trinidad in which whether you contest this with me or not, he clearly wrote:

"I have trained merely an hour a day,
O Cruel Regimen! Thy sting is brutal!
Perhaps a hook to the liver is sweetest,
I won't know until the corner store carries Pinch 12 Year Scotch."

Even if I take the liberty to paraphrase here, it is insignificant in that Mayorga cared less at that time about the right hand, really. He was obsessed with the hook, especially to the body, and rather amateurishly abandoned completely any plan to use the right, except of course in sparring.

No offense here but some things need to be pointed out.