There’s not much
to be said
about this
dog-eat-dog
carnival ride
we call life
the universe
and everything
Each trying
to get ahead
of the other
Shoulders
cold ladder rungs
I’ll climb far
upon your back
muscle
skeleton
Keep pushing
to be number
1
Perfection myth
whispering
I’ve not got it right
just yet
I will be first
I will be number
1
not
2
3
or
53
Number 1
the only thing
that counts
All the time
wondering
if it’s just a conflation
Duplicated
vowels
placing me
a-top
a list
someone else
cares about
more than I

[from Alison’s prompt: Aardvark]