Littering the track in yellow flops,
Honesty and fraudsters travel together,
And to be a winner without relapse
One blighter will look down upon the other.
To where the rules bend into deception,
Then force nerves to take the wrong road,
Just as good with smoother temptation
And having a better claim to an illicit reward.
The opportunity weakened in providence
Fuse traces made sports sprawl on dirty floors,
And comfort zone slide into human endurance,
Conned the world into widespread flaws.
Held love and guilt amid the horrors of winning
Killing the pendulum, that extraneous edge.
Exhilarating events of euphoric adrenaline,
Flow from toe to fingertips captures the surge.
Trodden in black, when all cheering suddenly stop,
Knowing how the way was light turned to decent,
And threaten to bury legends at the top
Stereotyping everyone from the past to present.
Media, the torrent of continental drifts,
Raise national anthems with signs of hope,
Platform glazed with sleaze, bribes and gifts,
Undergrowth of the florid myth of dope.
A route to fame that has made all the difference
Between winners and losers of dodgy trophies,
Fairness is morality that claims patience,
Without the luxury of convenient excuses.