ANOTHER “CONQUEST” HITS THE DUST!
“Another one bites the dust,”**
Says a song folks have discussed…
Some say conquest
Fits a man best,
Without—it’s hard to adjust.
We’ve done it various ways,
Channeling it for praise…
Getting someone bathed
In the whirl pool saved
Me from being defeated those days.
I guess also poetry
Is challenge and conquest for me…
Building blog following
In pride’s important to me.
But taken too far I lose,
Followers that I’d chose…
To push the line
Past what’s refined
Where that person began to feel used.
Went for conquest on E-bay,
Until all the money went away…
An addiction to stop
Before the shoes drop,
And I find out what my wife would say!
So it’s back to the drab and drear,
With little to conquer here…
No damsels distressed
But my wife’s constant request,
Why should I hold my own health that dear?
Plus being physically unable
To do certain things makes unstable
Thoughts and desires
becoming dying fires,
Leaves less to put on the table.
You might say,”conquer your poor health,”
But that involves just myself…
No one to save
Or need to be brave,
All that stuff gets shoved on the shelf!
**a song by QUEEN.