It is a training ground of the champions
The baking arena of bastions
Built from pain into fortresses, so strong
Life gave a pain song
But they turned it into medleys so fantastic.
Built by situations so didactic
On the success-asphalt
They never accept a halt
In here, their pulps are mashed
Their grapes threshed
Amidst unbearable pain
To the point they begin to feel holding on is vain
But like an artistic work looks unwholesome from preface
So it is with the success race.
There are phases so painful to pass
All too crass
For the weak-at-heart to bear
Enough to tear
Your spirit completely down
Have it utterly mown
But for all the pain endured
And the damage incured
Is some serious honorarium
For your accomplishments emporium
Your countenance at Camp Pain
Will determine if you'll be promoted to Camp Success
CHINONSO SAMUEL ONYEBUENYI
(MR. SPECTACULAR)(EWP)
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