Monday, November 22, 2010

The Path of Less Resistance

I give,
Yield and otherwise capitulate
I mean I surrender give up
I’m backing off
Selling out
I mean everything must go
You win
You are the victor
And so to you the spoils
Rich and sweet
I taste defeat
I give
I quit
Game, set
Without a catch
We will hold a parade
In your honor
My under belly
I expose
My epitaph I compose
My parting words are written down
And without regret or even frown
I give for certain my gun and sword
You have crossed the goal
Here’s your reward
A trophy with your name inscribed
A ribbon blue so feast you eyes
An “ A” atop your final test
I give up.
(What sweet success.)

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