My respiration causes condensation,
clouds that dissipate
as we run we can't be late
crawling over bodies
to reach the gate,
evaluating competition,
summarily executing our rendition,
fighting,
punching,
far too hectic,
a sandwich short of a lunatics picnic,
risk your neck and write a cheque
or use your goldcard
if you think you're hard
decked out in Rolex and aviator spex,
we turn with scorn
from the perplexing aspects
of an ambiguous text,
neither confirming or denying
our reasons for lying.
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