Games reward purity
The clean winner's impulse
Is rocket gruel for piteous rotted daffodils
Clean the coffee grounds off your kazoos
It's time to party away last decade's music
And make a throatload of money
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick,
Deny the impulse to become a pendulum
Swing once and hold and hold and hold
Do good things come to those who bait their looks
With hard-spun needles from Adam Smith's factory
Or can a sea of crooks earn their keeps by pretending to castle
Never let your rookeries leave the ground
Flightless nests are the only kind
That raise the vigorous eagles of victory
Roman Ryan 