constantly seeking just the right edge
setting the pace in every race
rivalrous till the very end
I didn't know that the deck was stacked
no even chance on that crooked track
the race was won before that first shot
no way I could win what was already lost
am I bitter?...yeah, you bet
does it hurt?...still a little bit yet
would I have tried if I knew the truth?
all of my decisions I made by you
so I throw in the towel and turn my back
limping away from that racetrack
no trophies bestowed on second place
I congratulate the winner and exit with grace
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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