Cornbread Nonsense and Pause

Spare me the cornbread
   That's not my bag
Not after the blood sweat and tears that I've had.
Wait

No sense in that

Keep up the pacing

Burn all the fat
   Till your body
   Nearing the point of exhaustion and spacing

Fights back to the front and all down the side
What a ride to confide your loss of pride taken in stride

But what of the cornbread?

Where does that fit in?
Surely if you keep trying on day you will win.

What you might ask? 

Win athletes houses
Win Athletes! Go!
Wait...
How many athletes do you know?

PAUSE FOR REALITY

A very large bee just landed on my hand on this fine Thursday morning with the sun shining and the trains whipping past below.
What a beautiful coat of yellow and black
yellow and black
yellow and black

Clean yourself up little guy 

Your limits are the sky...