Ladies...
Long-haired, high-pitched humanoids
that always gossip
about hot boys
extrenificate
the beetles out of me.

I met one of those humanoids
a friendly and giddy girl
they all act like this
at the first magical meeting.

Her number, I aquired
we become friends
shall this relationship
spread out its wings,
flapping them, soaring through the sky?

That pranced in my mind
for I ended up popping
the magical question
that makes hairy teenage humanoids
shudder in fear
“will you go out with me?”

As all ladies do
she fried my soul
with the knife-piercing “maybe”
irritation consumes my soul
and this relationship tumbles down
into the deep, dark depths of
regret and hate.

Thank the power of apology,
the relationship steadied over the ground,
So that it did not tumble into the abyss
However I learned
the voodoo of women is stronger
than any muscles that lift 200 pounds.
Taste the victory

the ref blows his whistle
and i enter the crystal water
ready for my swim
so i can finally
taste the victory

a robotic take your marks
just as bubbles of excitement
rush into me
i react to the beep

i was ahead in the first half
of a boy who had
tasted the victory
many times, snatching it
from me, the Tantalus of swimming

moving my bulldozer arms
and machine gun feet
the demons of tiredness
start trashing my muscles

so in the last lap
the boy goes like a
raging bull
but alas for him

the difference was 0.05 seconds
and soon the water was all white
with my splashes