Just a game to you, isn’t it?

There is no longer a background

it’s all been erased

Now only the foreground

and it’s bitter foretaste

We’ve abandoned the field

left others to play

There are no heroes left

to carry the day

Only third string players

better left in reserve

If you’ll settle for less

get what you deserve

The embittered contest

is ever the same

Perhaps time to consider

just ending this game