I thought it was pretty funny and thought you might enjoy it too. Reproduced with his permission.
The Psychopathic Beast
Suddenly I felt a rage, “How dare this thing be the master of me?” How good it would feel to tear it apart with my newly found strength. To crush it, to destroy it. But I could feel that dream would never become reality. The unicycle had the upper hand. I was doomed. “Come on get on your unicycle”. That dreaded cry. I hopped back on, you know the story. Hit the ground again. Bit the dust. The gritty, hard, now-red dust.
To think some people do it like it’s a piece of cake. I wonder if they went through the same torture as me. But worse, to go through more than I already had would drive me to sure insanity.
I stood up. Determined to conquer the terrible beast. Even though I knew I never would get it done today. I rose up seemingly stories tall over the unicycle, ready to conquer, to crush it with a touch of my fist.
I went back, happy with what I’d done. The great beast was helpless in my grasp, the beast they call a unicycle.