After years of being
Tortured at the bar
With TV’s showing
Borderline-morons,
Dog-abusers, and other
Assorted felons playing
Team sports with balls,
Finally today, one lone
Flat screen played live
Motocross, where it’s
One man and his
Two-wheeled horse
Against every other
and his, just like
Life, where so-called
Teams are illusions
At best and the only
Reality is one against
The rest, powering through
The mud, bracing for the
Whoop de doos and flying
High, as far and wide as one
Can, with the ultimate high
Being leaving lesser men
Behind.
— FB
Musings, Mutterings, and Condemnations 