Race

always competitive...looking to win constantly seeking just the right edge setting the pace in every race rivalrous till the very end I didn't know the deck was stacked no even chance on that crooked track the race was won before that first shot no way I could win what was already lost am I bitter?...yeah, you bet does it hurt?...still a little bit yet would I have tried if I knew the truth? all of my decisions made by you so I throw in the towel and turn my back limping away from that racetrack no trophies bestowed on second place I congratulate the winner and exit with grace