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 freedom, build muscles defined,
And have 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,
And 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!
(Bag of cocaine with the 2016 Rio de Janeiro logo and the Olympics rings ,a stamp identifying the point of sale, and a warning to "keep away from children")