Victor
antagonist,
only fools bet against you;
wise investments oppose public demand
(you're cleverly urged to "break a leg").
you'll win no ribbon but the battered strand
wound round your crooked finger,
because you've beaten no one.
close your eyes
hold your breath
bob the sour apple
sink your teeth in
pierce the shielding skin
ravage the yielding flesh
now cringe and chase away the taste
because I've beaten no one.
©2009 Emily Grace (sevengem.net)