The Ferrari 458 Italia races,
From zero to
Hundred,
In under 3.5 seconds.
The Bengal Tiger hunts,
From its solitude,
A one ton beast,
The Indian Gaur.
Rafael Nadal slays,
From his side of
The clay court, Goliaths
Like Roger.
The Saturn V rocket tears,
Through the bright October Sky,
Freeing mankind from a force as primal
And grounding as Gravity.
Ayrton Senna drives,
A rocket powered car,
As though God herself
Is hand-holding him.
The King Cobra rises,
Its hood, upon earthly
Snakes which look like mere
Lizards in front of His Majesty.
Mark Knopfler plays,
the red guitar, like no
one in the past and,
certainly, no one in the future.
What bullshit am I
Speaking? If not,
About things which things
Do best.
IF – If, by any strangely chance,
You want to have a kid,
And plan to not let it do,
In life, what it would do best.
Then, for the love of nonconformity,
For the love of everything beautiful,
For the love of life,
Don’t have unprotected sex.
