Ahhhh, the scent of stale testosterone
coupled with the smell of fresh sweat.
The locker room fails to separate the odors
of pretenders, contenders and champions.
The battle of sport supersedes war,
allowing losers the opportunity to try again.
Between heartbreak loss and expected victory,
the perceived experience and attitude
has different affects on one's nostrils.
I have inhaled both the stench of losing
and the fragrance of winning -
In either case, hit the showers afterward.
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Aftrerwards.
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OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOhhhh! A locker room poem! I can just roll around in the imagery and think "WOW!" Fun!
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I am stunned to silence here, but only momentarily, I assure you, I did not know you wrote anything else after having read so many spiritually slanted offerings, here is a poem with a very earthy feel to it. I have been in far too many battle arenas to see the glory in it, I won my share of accolade and it is all a hollow echo compared to the journey inward, the battles of mind and soul in conflict with the harshness of reality. For me, the stench lies in the belief that sport equals life.
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Lol! This is a great write! Good job! Thanks for entering! Good luck in the contest!
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