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Sport (Free verse) by MacFrantic A dog you are
Spit soaked jowls
Flashes of vice
Beneath a razored grin
Rage,
Blood and water,
Deadened eyes
Flesh tearing
Wrinkled bone
Bruised pride
Sweat stings
Eyes
Open wounds
Sweat stings victory
A blistering cry
And time has stopped
Gold is heavier than silver
Blood is thinner than soil
Up the ladder:
Sentiments Evermore
Down the ladder:
Lunch with the Beast
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Arithmetic Mean: 6.75
Posted: April 18, 2004 10:16 PM PDT; Last modified: April 18, 2004 10:16 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.2086053 Overall Rank: 4475 Comments:
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19-Apr-04/10:26 AM
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I can only guess what you might be talking about. No vote.
olympic dogfighting?
It is a simple metaphor for sport in general people!
This not about dogs, but the essence of sport. Sports turns men into animals, for what? People will kill for the gold and no one really remembers who died for what. 234 view(s)
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