pretending to be Lance Armstrong
high up in the mighty Alps
then descending as if flying,
wind caressing youthful hair,
oh, that was long ago.
The Tour de France captivated me
but now the magic has turned to dust
like a dry leaf crushed by fingers.
How I used to admire that man
recovering from cancer to rule the world
yet it was all just a drug-induced sham.
He fell from the stars and forever shame
will be associated with his name.