Competition is the everyman’s game

The wealthy insist on playing polo

While the poor overwork avoiding shame.

Not as simple as the troubled solo

Nor as complex as the market finance,

The total is always half incomplete.

Even the loving couple as they dance

Attempts to keep ahead the others feet.

What goal do troubled souls green paper thin

share with the hippy commune treasurer?

A terrible need, and deep down to win,

To beat, to conquer, and thereby measure.

The only surer thing than human competition

Is the way we all cooperate in its fruition.



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