They say a classic
Is something created
That lasts the tests of time
That will go on to influence
Future generations strive for perfection
Upon the many winding roads laid
By past master craftsman
Making life easier
To get from a to c
Without the hardship
Of going through
Or around b
Unfortunately today we have motor vehicles
Traveling like Usain Bolt on speed
Crying like Jews in Auschwitz
Because they crash as often
As Christiano Ronaldo cheats
An entertainment industry
That churns out unoriginal
Re-imagined, remastered, ruined classics
With only a few treasured delights
Athletes
If you can call them that
Bringing their once proud sport
To its knees
All for the love of money
White collar criminals disguised
As government officials
Really not trying to change
The hell we live in
Instead choosing to stoke
The fire they burn us in
Where is the heart?
Where is the pride?
Where is the classic in our time?
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