poems 2 rock your soul by Madonna

bones and ligaments
cracking and snapping
the violence of
human
flesh strained
to its maximum
under the
stadium lights

the heat
of four billion
eyeballs

flashbulbs popping

and a dark but
irresistible
ruthless
competitive
spirit on display

and the game
should be
interesting
too

imagine me reciting
this poem
with a faux
british accent
standing in front
of an orphanage
or something
telling you about
a charity or
about yoga
or about
kabbalah

or something

imagine me reciting
this poem
with a faux
british accent
on horseback
at ashcombe
house in
wiltshire
or something

imagine me reciting
this poem
with a faux
british accent
at an extremely
exclusive
castle
retreat
in the scottish
highlands
while seated
at the
priceless white
piano
once owned
by john lennon
who once wrote
a song called