The Path of Less Resistance

I give,

Yield and otherwise capitulate

I mean I surrender give up

Quit

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.)