There they sit, wealthy and wealthier
A production line of attempted beauty
Lined up like cattle, cattle with perfect feet
Drinking out of a trough called gossip
One step away from perfection

Worked on rigorously by trained mechanics
All decidedly short and Asian
Timed specifically to finish in unison
Pit stop of all pit stops, with no fuel other than verbiage
Cutting into what has now become necessity

And they are off! Off on that racetrack to heaven
Heaven being home or date time
Showing off their colors and jockeying for position
Feeling pampered and feeling good
Soon to return, soon to realize this is a never-ending game with only one winner