Sportsmanship
In tight contests,
their front acts of deceit,
not conceding
the worthiest defeat,
rivals flash sour smiles
of ignominies;
even when they crush down
hard on their knees.
Spite and rage behind
their civil masks lurk
as, quietly, they
defiantly sulk,
with crass callousness,
cold calculation;
famishing for fame
and adulation!
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