Friday, April 29, 2022

NaPoWriMo, Day Twenty-Nine, Poem Twenty-Nine


Last Laps
 
At this point,
everyone's past.

I'm only in it
for the spectacle,

water bottles
filled with piss,

masses already
on their way home,

horse's ass 
participation trophy.

Meet me out back
in parking lot.

You can watch me
kick my own ass.

Only winners circle
an empty noose

waiting in bathroom
I'll have to clean first.

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