The tri tip

The three of you

There is only one of me

But there are three of you

How do you expect me to keep up

You run roughshod over me

Through me

And under me

You are underhanded

Without even trying

It’s just the nature of you

You pick up my pieces

And look at them like

You have no idea

What you are about to pitch over your shoulder

You know I can tell

But you find yourself just so far

Above me behind me below me

I haven’t a chance in the world

I hadn’t a chance from the very start

There is just one of me

No match

For the three of you

Chris McQueeney    3/22/15