I'm going for the
Gold,
My heart is in control,
Trying to succeed
takes giant
G.U.T's
I'm a lion
from the ghetto
Just running
through the meadow,
not looking for alliance
you can the have science,
because when the
game starts,
my faith is the
appliance
Heart pounding hard
boxer
you should win
a Oscar
Not fighting for
popularity
I want the game to
marry me
Don't care about a
Salary
The best
until they bury me
Train all day,
that's how you gain
clarity
Talking bad about my team
should be a sin
Blasphemy
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Really like the ending of this poem. Talking bad about anyone, whether a whole team or just one member only makes the one who has opened their mouth look bad! Nicely written poem!