Chariots of steel roar with rage
Morons of the Tarmacadam
Dice and jostle in a deadly duel
The prize? To be in front.
The macho ego drowns good sense
Testosterone is a deadly fuel
No quarter asked of ever given
Fists of fury in corrupted Makaton
Wave gladiatorial defiance to the foe.
So, the rush to end the mortal coil
Is fully joined as the battle reaches dizzy heights.
Here in my mobile bath chair
I watch and wonder.
Sitting pretty I leave the pointless combat
To those of little brain.