In The Pursuit Of Success Poem by Mark Heathcote

Before any strenuous deployment
before any full-on engagement
our washed-out muscles require exercise
it necessitates we practice our art.

So stewardship is therefore needed.
We've got a certain creativity disorder
that goes beyond a misplaced compunction.
Sometimes, egotistical genius needs to show off.

Leap front of the pack from the starting blocks
race down the home straight to the finishing line
to win by only the shortest of necks
know what matters, first of all, is our stock.

We gave it our own personal best shot-
as winners; always blaze-a-trail of dust.
It's for us to exercise inserts a new slot.
Meet that last final hurdle first to success.