The Sweet Feat of Victory

or

Snatched from the Jaws of Defeat
Each Fifty Meter Trek

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True Nikean my treks swift run on foot
full leave my Lululemon leggings sore;
my smartphone walking app collapsed kaput;
my bronzer clogged in every poor peach pore;
my track suit chic par Gélébart quite vexed,
the sweat-stained pits and pants beyond all soap;
my pair of Jordan Women's Air right hexed,
the air compressed depressed beyond all hope;
yet still my sinews dare to bear me up
in Wang's new Wonder Woman running cape;
plus protein shakes at breakfast, lunch, and sup
with sex till sunup keep my loins in shape --
when stretched feet fit of one fine wit divine
sprint sprightly light to each bright finish line.

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Feenote
Like Nike, the Greek goddess who personified victory in any field --
including poetry --
I "just do it."