There is no refuge from this deluge
From their devil may care subterfuge
As psychotic as the thugs "in Bruges"
A slippery spicy slope a dicey icy luge
Endless eddy goes down the centrifuge
Climate crushing & not blushing rouge
Each greedier leader a corporate stooge
Seedier media with the facts a scrooge
Northern hemisphere countries take turns
Flames rage for an age everything burns
Chances for change government spurns
Bigwig gig still earns while society churns
For peace we yearn but no lesson learns
Clear concerns the future is ashes in urns
Watching the Olympics
Does provide the perfect view
Of athletes doing all the things
You couldn’t ever do.
A triple axel or a quad,
A backflip or a grab
On skis or skates or snowboards,
No one with an ounce of flab.
Whether skeleton or bobsleigh,
Curling, hockey, Nordic, luge,
Every type of competition
Highlights skills not short of huge.
So it’s nice to eat some popcorn
And relax, in from the cold,
With the TV turned to Italy
And races for the gold.
To marvel at competitors
And hear their praises sung
For the feats beyond your talents,
Even back when you were young.
A while back my soul took a wrong turn
Sometimes I wonder if I had a tough birth,
Did I come out feet first like a blue-faced luge runner?
Banking right, then left onto the icy cuff
launching into a starless pit of nothingness-
Maybe mom's breasts were filled with booze.
Maybe too much old-fashioned strap
for the most minor infractions.
Without love to temper stings
life is just one big muddy slog
void of any spring.
I'm hesitant-simple decisions are difficult.
and that ever-present haze of mistrust
once sparkling relations turning diamonds into dust-
Maybe I snapped when that pissed off farmer.
wrapped a dead snake around my neck-
For freeing his herd of cows-now I'm a bit of a control freak.
Wanting to palm butterflies and honeybees.
Maybe it was the fifth grade "teacher"(you know who you are).
With the strong cologne and loose hands-
That made me into a quicksand man.
Everybody I meet gets sucked into the ooze.
I need to let it all go-clean the mental lint trap.
But these sun crushers, present and past.
Keep arriving in sleek sharky waves.
Bearing loose plastic fingers and black satin drapes-
They say that viewership was down
But everyone I know
Watched some of the Olympics
And enjoyed the athletes’ show.
From the skiing, skating, hockey,
Curling, skeleton and luge,
The effort was amazing
And the jumps were simply huge.
To all those who won the medals
And the ones who didn’t place,
I applaud you for your discipline,
Your style and your grace.
From my couch, as you competed,
I sat riveted each night
In amazement as you battled
And the fans roared in delight.
Now it’s back to “Law and Order,”
The “Chicago” shows and such.
I will miss my evening viewing
Of the athletes very much.
One point three k’s of drama,
An insane and crazy slide,
One point three k’s of focus,
On the fateful ride,
Down the face of the mountainside,
With twists and turns from hell,
Down toward the half way point,
Where you hear the bell,
And then you hit about one-twenty,
K’s per hour on ice,
About one-twenty on the thinnest board,
Balancing on a slice,
As you power your luge in freefall,
On a one in ten drop descend,
At these Korean Winter Olympics,
Heading toward the end.
As expected, Mars failed to arrive on time for the games
Space travel is difficult, compromised for non existent beings
Speculations run high that the media would not favor the USA
News reporters speak on Martian matters and on their behalf
Always have their way in such arenas with no figures
It was zero zero at half time
No one expected more
The end triggered overtime
Zero zero continued into eternity
As expected, the fans love good competition
Everyone knows in their heart
Earth is better than Mars
We have people for starters
We wonder what will happen in time
The Winter Olympics are right around the corner
Who knows how far Mars will go to score
Will they do any better on the toboggan or the luge
The news reporters favor the USA as usual
Or is it Mars
We see a bunch of zeroes in their future
No matter who they are
Oliver Smart so full of
pride
Loved to toboggan, on his
bum he did slide
Yippee he would yell as he
conquered the hill
Maybe I’ll go to Vancouver,
compete, what a thrill
Pictures of gold medals in
his head did deluge
Instead to find out that his
sport was the luge
Crazy canucks he
exclaimed with a shout
Sorry boys but this Oliver’s
out
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