Poem.

 

So many number ones

 No one can stay on top

Longer than they need to

How did they get there anyway?

 

Taking turns trading places

Confusing dollar signs

With pretty and

Vacant pumped faces

 

Nothing to say

Nothing be said

Just another play day

But you will not play dead

 

Untuck your shirt

Smear your makeup

How can a review hurt

When you hold the Gold Cup

 

Chew bubble gum

Then blow it out

Machines make your words hum

Even when you scream and shout

 

It’s your body and face

That keeps you in the race

As long as you stay cool

You won’t break any rule

 

Just smile a while

And let the cameras flash

Enjoy your pile

All that green known as cash

 

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  • elee on Aug 3, 2012

    Good article thanks: elee

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