Spinning

Grinding.
Bones against bones
Across worn joints,
And achey moans
In tired tones.

Racing.
Earning points,
Smashing records,
Dashing sore to the finish line —
Slowly crashing.

Winning.
Winning at things I don't care about
Just to feel you lose
And me win,
And to see it on the news.

Spinning —
Spin spin spin.
Dizzy from chasing my tail.
Sick and run frail
But still busy:
Can't stop — have to play the game —
Until you tell me I'm special and say my name.