by Tim Chiu
A sport so sure of its influence can probably save itself - a rhyming poem.
|Appears to be an average zone
For which the rivers segue -
A choice for credence to disown -
A grief for which to beg.
Might these voices harken schools
And darkened seeds, prolong?
And through the smartest, grandest tools,
Describe a planet wrong?
The frostiness breeds empathy,
The frigging claims do ruin;
A thrashing morals’ sympathy,
Within each person’s choosin’.
An athlete’s heartache, blaze of glory,
Attitudes supreme -
Serve as ammo, tell a story,
Conquer the extreme.
But as their lifestyle grants a ruse,
And limos for expressing,
Statements of their planet’s views
Add tilts without impressing...