Buckle Up

Shadows cast, lights out, flashback!
Off the dance floor, down to the golden mattress
Fantasy did touch the lips and hips of reality
No stress, no chorus, no applause
Just self-indulged copulatory commentary
That threw millions of spermatozoa in a dicey race.
A race, with just two rules:
*win by ace or death is the case*

Shadows lengthened, lights on, behold the present!
Kudos to you!
You won that exterminatory contest; yet with no bones, no expertise.
Here, destiny challenges us to gladiatorial combats
For this you must hear
The rules may not always be fair
Opponents ruthlessly attack --
with both club, dagger and spear
While the crowd hiss and tease
with every setback you face in the arena --
That invokes series of intimidating atmosphere.

It matters not, if the throes are heftier than River Mississippi
Any3mi, si wo trimu pi...
And buckle up!
It matters not, the count of defeats you record
Just don't fall on your sword;
set up a comeback -- I mean buckle up!
Convert the hisses and teases
into tunes that befit the warrior you are
Till every rhythm is in accord --
with your very victorious heartbeat.
For the man to be feared
Is not he with whims but no wills.

*HLvoiceFormulae*
© *Thurs 23/05/18* *12:16AM*