This idea of competition is a disturbing idea
It’s a liquor quite potent
I’ve been drunk for years
My liver is worn out
Victory a total concentration
Strategy a method for victory
Teams a vessel for strategy
Vessels a warship for deception
For fair play is a notion that is not known
If it were fair, it would always be a tie
And tiebreakers often include a coin flip
And randomness is the least fair official
Taking whatever it can whenever it wants
Competitors Anonymous cannot exist
There is no anonymity in this cult of desire
It’s a sex cult, not a death cult
It wants to make more of itself
It wants to have its tail feathers seen and worshipped
And then negotiate another contract to do it again
All those board games and sports from growing up
Got me in the Monopoly way
Always playing, even when the play has been stopped
The chips have been down, up, and out
But I’m going out and out, anonymously
A game is a legible equation
A math with an answer
A calf with no future, aside the plate
And it’s two if by sea
Three if by air
And one on the ground
Played out, unfair
Practical practices to a presence of mind
Flowing to stowing points on this board
But boredom is the only answer at the end
The points don’t add up
And winning I cannot defend
Roman Ryan 