No Room

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There is no room,
the exceptional will run,
you will stay.

Watch them run,
watch them run,
future of today.

The rhymes in this poem work if you consider playful and serious at once. 


There is no room
for the limbless, or the dumb
in the race
to be the exceptional one.


Run/Race play


In the bleachers 
we will stay,
tell our therapists 
nothing worth
listening to,

and watch them run
watch them run 
run their little lives away.


Rats


You and me can't
run that far.
We will never
ride our star.
We're the future of today
in the bleachers we will stay.


One day in no sun, or scorching


because, in life,
you have to melt down some mannequins
to make people.

Melting by watching and supporting. 



This one came out right.