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.