Two pillars of massive proportion are threatening to crush your scrawny body should you fail to keep them from toppling.
And it so happens that you hair is still attached to your head because you don’t have super human strength.
But nonetheless, you are still stuck between two pillars of massive proportion that threaten to crush your scrawny body.
And you can not show the least bit of weakness or misery or despair over your situation because it would mean the end of you.
And thus you continue, to miraculously balance, the two pillars of massive proportion that are threatening to crush your scrawny body.
Believe it or not, you actually get good at balancing the two marble beasts with your bare, bony hands.
So good, that they decide to give you a trophy, another pillar of massive proportion to threaten to crush your scrawny body.
And then there were three, three pillars of massive proportion threatening to crush your scrawny body should you fail to keep them from toppling.
And you begin to think, maybe the end of me isn’t all that bad.
Warren Augustus de Guzman
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/samson-s-dilemna/
