Not a Foe, None a friend
Crimson sky, hunch back, fruits of labor
Looks of defeat, years of heat, uncertain future
Fighting a ghost, unknown enemy, expended prime
Earning a pound yet not saving a dime
Gently retires, none a tag, lightens up the telly
Looking down, hardly bothers the sight of his unhealthy belly
Not a foe yet none a friend
Each on his own truly trying to defend
Rows of picture with same boring frame
Speaks for itself about his superior game
Roaring of a lion and puttering of a moped
Clutching his remote, Strings cut, finally wakes up from being a puppet
Eyes closed, ears shut, none bother
A brand new day awaits as we all should ponder
No foe yet, friends to be
defend truly, Your life is a feat
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