Driving that train

With authority

with clarity

With pursed lips and fingers chalked

The cue ball.            didn’t stop.

I admire you winning the prize

With chiseled body

Perfect hair. She had no chance at all

A couple lines, a flash a pop

The dropping panties.               didn’t stop

I am jealous of your smiling eyes

With calm tone on fleek

A public award on stages propped

Acceptance speeches

Man so on top

The ladder rungs.                  didn’t stop

I am In awe of your talented surprise

With the spinning wheels

High speed sex appeal

Eyes on yourself not the road that dropped

The Mack truck.

didn’t stop.

I am in shock now of your demise

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