Goals

I resolved a long time ago and deep

In my mind wrote it indelibly down

And let it through my pores and skull to seep

That unceasingly at my goals I’d pound

Till you’d hear at a distance their crunch

As they give in but still harder I’d punch;

No respite, louder on them I’d munch;

Like a starving man, goals to me are lunch.

I’d greedily bite them till they beg I stop;

I’d bite till the day to the grave I’d drop.