Amidst them all, gruesomely I have wept!
The thorns of incompetence overwhelm me,
Pandemonium unleashed! where do I flee?
Oblivion is the name of the game,
Slander and scorn untouched with excuses lame!
Guardians of sloth, the whole lot!
Have mercy for those unfortunate souls caught.
Battle of the Brawns…an event lauded here,
with brazen belligerence of the worst kind!
Chaos amplified, terror breathes near,
seeping horror and anguish most unkind.
“Vanity prevails!” a shriek so shattering, yet unheard,
reflecting myself warps me into a web of doubt,
“Am I like them? Am I the Victim? I ask…”
Alas…this feeling makes me unnerved….