The Men Sport of Persevering

The feeling of getting rocked for the first time is like losing your virginity. How I rise from the producers decides if I like going down or hate getting up. Yeah, they saw it. Eyes on me. The ubiquitous air is still hear. My ascetic body still functions on this field of men. Fighting for friends, flying around full speed. Go! Go! Go! Epitomizes our support. The brain yells stop, but the heart whispers fight. Hard work minus teamwork equals intact pants. Hard work plus teamwork squared equals a smile. Perspiration in the eye, never felt better. The weakest link of our chain better power up because he who pays the piper will call this tune. Turns out, I couldn’t cry over spilt milk, if it didn’t spill. As celebratory we were, we endeavor to looked opportunity in the eye and purloin her work clothes, before she is out of sight and out of mind