Driving on a highway
the truck lights are on
beneath the speedy Tremor,
A small sloths life is gone!
Crash! Boom! Screech, Splash,
No need to clean up,
Lights, Camera, action, Flash
and a tuxedo with champagne flushed up
Endeavors are high
Life has met new value
blood shoved under the tire,
with not a gleam but blush hue
Merciless the lion with pride,
Couldn’t bow down to the hyena
What is left to scavenge if gone,
gluttony to blame Edema
Endeavors are never high,
they are only as deep beneath,
While fame may let you burn and melt
It is simple modesty which gives you space to breath
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