Challenges sometimes climb on board jalopies and unhinge
Folks with egos so small
Egos glide and hide under mushrooms where they take to binge
Drinking, shrieking and tweaking, fearing a spectacular fall.
Challenges purse lips and curse joy and mirth
Scaring friends, trends and ends of cigarettes
Puffed in cubicles teeming with a dearth
Of style, design and construction savvy but steeped in mortgage debts.
Challenges sometimes creep deep into meninges
Teasing out neurons with moronic precision brewed
In illegal distilleries with expired ingredients secured from red herrings
Unleashed by wicked minds until their egos are thoroughly screwed.
Challenges stretch personalities too comfortable in zones
Of minimal pressure applied according Newton's laws
With surgical accuracy to measure and fix avatar clones
Embraced by petites with svelte figures and oblong claws.
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