Thursday, August 18, 2011

Runners World Bad Poetry

If you've ever run a long distance, you've most likely experienced this.

Tender Nipples

Pink eyes of flesh
Staring forward, never blinking;
My nipples.

Five miles, ten miles
Twenty or more;
My nipples.

Rubbing, grating
Under a technical tee;
My nipples.

I stop my watch,
I walk inside,
I step into the shower;
My nipples
Scream.

Never again
will I forget
The Band-Aids.

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