100 Yard Dash
The *Whistle Blows* We take off full force sprinting around the track
These Little Toes getting Coarse Hinting a Downwards Act
Thighs Begin to Tingle, Heat Dwells As The Sun Churns Thru The Skies
Sweat Starts to Trinkle and Wreak Hell As It Burns Thru My Eyes
My opponents? Passing Em Pronto But the lead I actually Follow
Getting Real Tired and Weak, Gasp And Breath, and Actively Swallow
Heart Beats Like African Congo's Smacking the Bongo
Reached the Halfway Line, Dividing Me From Point A To B ÷
But Subtracting My Energy, While Multiplying the Space I Need
Pickin it up, Passing Em Cleverly, Adding the Pace and Speed
But in Actual Jeopardy, Legs Getting Numb, Feel like Pistorius, Here In This Round
Hoping that Mathematical Sensory Equals Victorious Cheers From The Crowd!
Lead Stretching Shut, I have to take it, A Swift Bravado As I Try N Move Quickened
Edging up On the Last Few Footsteps Like the Gist of Apollo's Final Moon Mission
Toe a couple Inches Ahead Now. "Man I Sprint My Anus Off In This Pivotal Time"
Trophy Is Mine, As I put My "Soul Down", Left a Print Greatness On This Finishing Line
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