I was a runner once
and young before progress
set me back thirty years
Never as a freshman
in high school did I think
I'd fall a fetal ball
Sunset League Finals killed
my career as a star
between my legs the pain
Understandably great
torsion of the testis
after the race no tears
Language could never speak
the torment I suffered
curled up like a baby
To get kicked in the balls
lasts maybe ten minutes
this required surgery
Inside they shaved my crotch
gave me a sedative
dislodged my testicle
No one could understand
the trauma or explain
how rarely runners fall
Just after finishing
a race trace my disgrace
somewhere inside my brain
Undue stress the next year
made my running career
rife with disappointment
Running ever slower
third year I quit the team
yellow inside maybe
Yes I chose to play drums
instead of run distance
under oath perjury
If I make false statements
you'll throw the book at me
as judge to ethical
Notations in my verse
I write down memories
a jury of my peers
Decide if I'm worthy
my word as bond to read
after a hundred years
Each time I run I know
my tolerance for pain
is profound but ointment
Exacts revenge decades
lost with a scholarship
a full ride to college
Doesn't matter madness
destroyed me at twenty
my mind had lost its edge
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