230. The Running Man 5/5/2012

In times of turmoils dirty trust
Grabbed the truss of humilitys lust
Brought it in through thigh and crust
Killed the men who chased me with must
Lost I was in the maze that night
Alone, bereft and sinking with joy
Incorrigle moments we thought
They dressed me up in a tight swathe of lust
Latex, spandex of gideons trust
Shot down the tube of mirth
Applauded by audiences from all the world
Speed accelerated from shoguns sword
Thrust into the mast all hord
"Run! Run" they yelled