[ On Poetry ] Lap Dancer

         
Darling, Sweetie, Hun      
When I run    
I'm poetry in motion    
     
My Eight Mile high    
from love of exercise---    
a true devotion    
     
Sticking the landing
on every stanza
I come across---
feet not missing a beat    
making better time
than ever before    
     
You propose taking me on    
in a race finish lined      
or in a battle of wits    
Though shiny trophies
aren't what I'm after    
I'm certainly all for    
inspiring laughter in fits
     
dancing literary laps around
you --- might want to call it quits

passing man and woman by    
lagging in performance;    
enhancement drugs slowing them
trying to keep up appearances    
just to meet quote unquote quotas    
    
Darling, Sweetie, Hun    
I'm poetry in motion 
when I run  

I always was