Nick Trim Poet Rhyme

That Mate Sees Me a Rival But the Feeling Is Not Mutual

People want to pull me downtown Lester Brown 
they wear sandals on their feet and my head wears a crown 
prizes in their wicked eyes a cricket wicket bouncing highs 
inside I’m a lion pride and they’re all pesky little flies 
they land they bite but I don’t die never will  but still they try 
aiming all this hate at me competitors apparently 
beating me would make their day but I’m not bothered anyway 
some times they will celebrate 
they say that I have been beaten 
but I have no idea until one of them starts speaking 
what they deem a victory doesn’t feel like a defeat 
so I don’t even argue I just let them have their treat 
they are not my competition but I’m the one they seek 
they think if they pull me down they will not be so weak 
blind to the fact whatever happens they’ll be the same freak 
backwards people think this way they don’t stand from their seat 
hoping that somebody will fall down on the concrete 
so I’ll be the prize that they size up 
I’m an Olympic medal 
but I’ve heard of times they’ve mess up 
the chain’s off as they pedal 
making me the champion 
and them Olympic Special

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