There it sits, atop the log,
The time that truly, made me sob!
Is it a typo, or could it be,
That the best is really....NOT ME?!
I trained him, and pushed to get super fast,
But he has left me beaten, humbled, and aghast!
It may not be a sub-eighteen,
But beating my PR, now that's just mean!
My young Jedi has turned and gone, to the dark side,
Now I just want to delete my time.... and hide.
I'm not competitive, and I really don't care....
Screw that, he's going down, and I will not play fair!
Come now Isaac, Tim, and Dave,
My pride is what I seek to save.
Train I will, like an addicted feign,
More than ever, I need sub-eighteen!
I have always said, "Joe, listen to me and follow,"
But beat me?! Now the group, will have to watch you gO!
Here me now, I declare a duel,
The track will burn like rocket fuel!
Joe VS Josh, the teamwork is gone,
Stand back, watch out, the race is on!!
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