Are you ready for the next rung?
Have you got what it takes?
If you want the game to pay its way,
You’ve gotta raise the stakes.
Those noisy hobs inside your head?
The ones clamoring for attention?
The ones you’d happily prefer
I, kindly, didn't mention?
They don’t subsist on magic.
Rare juice fuels their abuses.
Juice you could be putting to
Much more constructive uses.
The first step is to let 'em know
You’re on to their dog-earred tricks.
The second is to brace 'em
For a trip to the ol’ deep six.
Oh, they’ll put up a fuss, all right,
Don't worry, you'll end up winning.
But don't sit on your laurels, plebe.
The fight is just beginning.
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 5:29 PM UTC
Are you ready for the next rung?
Have you got what it takes?
If you want the game to pay its way,
You’ve gotta raise the stakes.
Those noisy hobs inside your head?
The ones clamoring for attention?
The ones you’d happily prefer
I, kindly, didn't mention?
They don’t subsist on magic.
Rare juice fuels their abuses.
Juice you could be putting to
Much more constructive uses.
The first step is to let 'em know
You’re on to their dog-earred tricks.
The second is to brace 'em
For a trip to the ol’ deep six.
Oh, they’ll put up a fuss, all right,
Don't worry, you'll end up winning.
But don't sit on your laurels, plebe.
The fight is just beginning.
My roundabout way of saying, don't be distracted from your path.
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