Competitions

When there’s talk of Competition I REFUSE to be Impotent

Being Stenotopic's for Insects, Survival is Imminent.

Options express an infinite

Range of Emotions

My Position is

I Piston drive, Incite, imaginative Motion.

Those holding me in Contempt complain, saying, that I don’t play nice.

I’m a soaring dragon, I don’t flock with those titmice.

Some take Notice

Of my Semiotic Poeticism

As my voice will Sopite the masses

Not Septic, but a shock to their Systems, Stretching across all the classes.

A Balanced Isotonic solution Permeating Your Membrane

As my Osmotic rhythm's Permeating In Your Brain.

Nepotistic worshippers bestow their Totems a victory

I'm no Spittoon, they're not Immune

When they Incept my true Symphony.

Not guaranteed to win, I know I'm up against odds

When rivals masterfully create the thumbprints of gods.

So, I must ascend to their level

Thus, master my devils.

Thavien's Token: This poem has been constructed for Heather Hubler's "'Unscramble' Challenge"