Running

I’m running so hard for you to find me

Running so sad

Boxing to climb the world

Biting so mad

Pounding the pavement

Toxically so bad

Baiting your senses

For you are a cad

Answering the clarion call

But it’s just a fad

Fading outwards and back

We have been had

Looking in tinted windows

Muttering to tad

But he doesn’t exist

Running so sad

Sweating with each flimsy step

Dripping yellow

It is all so fake and tired

Tired of the dye

Dying to be bad