Something grunting this way came
I had a feeling it felt no shame
as it shambled down the lane
I studied it carefully
throught the grimey
window pane.
It didn't worry me as I felt
it too
was not necessarily looking for fame
but more carried the air of being
the standard bearer of the lame
taking it to the brink with
its faux pain.
Get back down that lane
you don't fool me no fame no gain
I'm not that insane
you're all the same
all far too tame
I played the game I've a string
of victories to my name
too far gone for you
to worry me now.