Three steps

My poem writing skills have gone down the drain. It seems creativity is on a vacation for now. Kindly bear the one below-

One, two, one, two

On a splash of red I go,

A tiny bumper on my path

Up I go and down below,

All in want of a grand, grand feat

I say, “Only three steps to the hot hot seat “.

Monday and Tuesday add to the fatigue

Thursday and Friday make me weak,

Put me on a leash, let me choke

Numerical suicide ain’t no joke.

All in want of a grand, grand feat

I say, “Only three steps to the hot hot seat “.

Excuses unaccepted, apologies ignored

A bottle of water or a can of coke

Running at times, walking the most

Dosa for breakfast or sometimes a toast

All in want of a grand, grand feat

I say, “Only three steps to the hot hot seat “.

Disbelief or disregard

Either ways take it to your heart,

This is my story and I am going to write the part,

Print, delete or just go back to the start.

All in want of a grand, grand feat

I say, “Only three steps to the hot hot seat “.

Hop, skip and a giant leap

“Only three steps between me and the hot hot seat”.