Iota of a chance may keep me here
Moving with poise so elegant so sure
Oh how its allure always draws me near
Ventricles seething now but not before

Enjoy the games, they all come to an end
Remember when you gorged and ran and flew
Though ever out of hand you still pretend
Heartless carapace I do not blame you

Insects were not designed to entertain
Still the contrary is no less valid
Gaining on a goal you’ll never attain
Ambrosia’s name given to fruit salad

My tries to be clear I’m still paltering
Elastic meanings ever altering