A lonely creature stuck on a tiny piece of land
Only in the darkest nightmare of course
Feeling like a human version of Bambi
Lost in the woods without any family
Fearful of the hunters nipping at my tail
With their 12 gauge shotguns aimed at my antlers
Waiting for the alarm bells in my head to shut off
No such luck when panic has seeped into every furry pore
A physical and mental battle that no army could prepare for
Or cover up in the perfect dark green fatigue ensemble
Unless to play with the other deer as they graze Sherwood Forest
Too focused on the 40 hour physical challenge set by Survivor
Waiting for Jeff Probst to say that the “tribe” has finally spoken
Got the body of a 28 year old club kid and the energy of a 90 year old maid
Setting the oak tree alarm clock for the crack before anything human
Putting on the newest pair of bright green Nikes and the matching lime socks
Ready to run around Philadelphia like Stallone’s Rocky on a mission
One that could be verbally understood by the masses
And not in brief two word sentences
Time to start the race of a lifetime against any better judgment
Survival of the fittest whether it’s reasonable or otherwise
Ready, set, go until you literally drop
That’s an order.
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