Alright, you win if you must,
If winning be vengeance.
If victory be brute belligerence,
By all means, claim your crown.
If honour be petulance and petty spite.
You take such delight in putting others down.

Fine, you win if you feel that it is just,
If bending rules to your bidding is fair.
I am not opposed to friendly competition,
But you do not seem to care.
In your words, “Ain’t that sus?”

Okay, you win. Whatever quenches your lust
For victory after victory no matter what the cost.
“When will it end?” I would ask you,
If you were not so hopelessly lost
To your ravenous appetite . . .
On you go, swallowing, gulping.
You do not even pause to chew.

You win, whatever! One day we will all be dust,
Even this indigestible course will pass,
Or at least be vomited up.
Perhaps we will have peace at last,
Perhaps you will feel better once you have stopped
Acting like a colossal jackass.

Perhaps you will finally shut up!