Light travels farther than heat
Victory’s born from defeat
I’m still here, I haven’t quit–
Journey a bit incomplete
Category: poem
I count out the syllables
For each line’s meter. I pull
Language for each one, unforced —
Of course — as best I’m able.
Clock’s too fast for writing stuff.
Hours vanish in a smoke puff.
Optimism burns my fuel
It’s cruel! There’s not time enough.
That guy you dumb asses chose
That we all want to depose
Doesn’t care about a thing
But snorting you up his nose.
I have never been a star
And I would refuse to spar
With you over my record
But that word will be my bar
Broadcast From the Brain Radio 
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