Speed burns bright with yellow propensity,
Transition taking its place above all.
Searing with malicious intensity,
Frightening championship rings to fall.
Undermining a foe's integrity,
Opportunities taken for granted.
A gift that lasts for all eternity,
Not; Ages boundlessness a mirage planted.
Make the most of a kindred's unique skill,
For perpetual decline is the fad.
Life lest forgiving to a soundless shrill,
Slaughtering the aptitude one once had.
Ah, speed, perfect for a mid winter's romp,
Splendid way to perform your summer pomp.
Friday, June 21, 2013
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
The flop - Basketball
Rivers of deceit tumbling a slew, breath's freshness beaten a foul
Merchants muscle alienating the masses and swelling a revolt
Saints past and present, honest as the day, they avow
One's frippery did run amok, the devil doth bolt
A high flyer commissions the finest basket cases from ball to high court
Not one exempt, a king for five thousand, from stallion to colt
Birds of a feather, a mimic keen to be brought
Accusations of the devious afloat, miraculous escapades bring one's vault
Tall tales not, claimants of a faithful good, summoning the most earnest cause
Baying monsters perceived, unbelieving, mutinous for the blood of the draw
High stakes, a three pronged beast, the taker of life's merriment without pause
Outnumbered, one fang on a rickety pretence, for two's a public sentiment
From the newel of hell, the regal much immersed in a quagmire of desolation
For it is all much of a flop
Rivers of deceit tumbling a slew, breath's freshness beaten a foul
Merchants muscle alienating the masses and swelling a revolt
Saints past and present, honest as the day, they avow
One's frippery did run amok, the devil doth bolt
A high flyer commissions the finest basket cases from ball to high court
Not one exempt, a king for five thousand, from stallion to colt
Birds of a feather, a mimic keen to be brought
Accusations of the devious afloat, miraculous escapades bring one's vault
Tall tales not, claimants of a faithful good, summoning the most earnest cause
Baying monsters perceived, unbelieving, mutinous for the blood of the draw
High stakes, a three pronged beast, the taker of life's merriment without pause
Outnumbered, one fang on a rickety pretence, for two's a public sentiment
From the newel of hell, the regal much immersed in a quagmire of desolation
For it is all much of a flop
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