Pounding your six-pack abs
You felt the need to lie
To make your run faster, greater
Oh, VP nominee, why?
I suspect a character flaw
That makes you insecure
You couldn’t just say you’re a runner
You had to embellish more.
For those of us lifelong runners
Who have run for miles and years
Your little white lie
was serious
Not the accident it first appeared.
Who hasn’t rounded their finish time
To the next greater minute or mile?
But to take an hour off your finish time
What does that imply?
It tells me that you’re a fibber
Who thinks he’ll never get caught
I blame it on your mother
And worry those lessons untaught.
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