Avoidance, thy name is cross purposes
Your universal law conflicts with the
Ideal I've been weight lifting
Dead olympics, cleanly jerked us out of
Competitive spirits, since the playing field
Is a pile of dried, broken spaghetti
Soundly, those Roman historian resonate
With the individualist ethos
Cornered by market forces
And the fragility of moneyed nonsense
Bury my disgust? I'm not sure;
And that lack of confidence
Will be not only a downfall
But the root of all sneers
Existence is rain
Falling down
Going to the river, ocean
Rising to do it again
Easier than a boulder's mountain climb
And a lot less effort
Roman Ryan 