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# Runaway trainer
- URL: https://www.qntns.com/runaway-trainer/
- Published: 2025-03-26T00:00:00.000Z
- Updated: 2026-08-31T23:22:27.000Z
- Description: Do what the trainer doeth, think what the trainer thinketh, fear what the trainer feareth, before damns make trainers damneth.
- Author: Quentin Staley
- Tags: Poems, #fixed-lines

Runaway Trainers

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Do what the trainer doeth,  
think what the trainer thinketh,  
fear what the trainer feareth,  
before damns make trainers damneth.

To yous who know what's best for them,  
to yous who were the best of them —  
be wary of forgetfulness,  
what rest sure does to weariness.

For the trainer never sleeps,  
wakes before the dawns,  
somehow not of yawns,  
for the trainer's always on.

They eat between their gates,  
by planes who taxi late,  
on lines that are not great,  
by routes you make their fate.

Expense, expense, expense their lives,  
till you tell them you're incentivized.  
Reduce the cost of their lives,  
that they count on to survive.

Then upon her trainer wall,  
the new ones come, the new ones fall,  
yet yous question why we stall.  
Not but two in two years  
have powered through their trainer fears,  
yet they cry to deaf ears.

Instead you say with goals of gold,  
you ask them always what they've sold.  
Yous redefine their trainer role  
to that of peddlers peddling mold.

For nothing's changed since '96.  
The numbers sink fast as bricks.  
They point out wrongs, wrongs not fixed.  
Then trainers leave, then trainers nixed.

Faster, faster, yous up-train.  
When stronger, stronger is their pain.  
Of come and go, they make no gain.  
They cannot study on the plane.

Yet yous look at their T-Cal  
and wonder why they ever howl.  
With DIBs and PTOs,  
you see not their go-go-goes —  
the never-ending doctor shows  
that cost the doctors all their dough.

Yous tell them they will grow and grow,  
which now exceeds what trainers sow.  
The step and dance of trainer's song  
is smoke and mirrors and play along.  
The doctors never know what's wrong,  
except for thousands passed along.

This is writing on the wall,  
that this team is 'bout to fall.  
One and two and three and four —  
how much more can they afford?