'Those nervous wrecks, bundles of nerves
And ninny hammers
Did nothing with their lives'.
And before you know a jack of vital statistics,
Yell at you and apprise you the wreaths
Of their beautiful antecedence
What do you do?
And when you break down in tears
You regret a lifetime of no remorse
'It's too late to make a change's
Assume others have gone ahead of you
To push to unrealistic and unattainable targets
Should you fall below much vaunted yearnings,
O would still be much ahead of your peers.
Life is full of competition and competency in peers
The game is between peers and superior peers stake the shot
O they stake the shot with pyrhic victory
O they stake the shot
And the wisest one reap and suck top etchelon dry
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