Arlene Corwin Poetry

I’ve been thinking about the coming Olympics and the various scandals.

Why don’t they simply create a new branch

And call it the Doped Olympics?

By the laws of semantics

It soon would come into the language, legitimized:

Youth forgets past.

Soon the word would have lost its original shame,

While the name of the game

Would be guilt-free and blame-free,

And those who would qualify

Could have drug deliverance, muscles defined, bodies divine.

If they dropped dead at forty

At least they’d have entertained millions,

Fulfilled their ambitions,

Made lots of folk rich

And set records untold.

Let those few or many spend hours in training;

Let chemists develop concoctions so new

That the pole-vaulter flies,

The sprinter’s a jaguar,

The shot put is sent into orbits of space,

The long jumper jumps twenty meters

While men become fierce

And the women grow beards,

Which gives all of the chemists new projects to work on.

A yes to the dopey Doped Games.Ó

The Doped Olympics12.2. 2004 revised 1.27.2016re-revised 7.25.2016

Our Times, Our Culture II;

Arlene Corwin