So this
is it
The final
confrontation
You've
been taunting me
In front
of the nation
Since the
cameras went live
You've
been talkin jive
And I'm
done with it
You just
aren't all that
The arena
is ready
I won't
shake your hand
You've
pushed me past courtesy
And I
walk past you where you stand
Assuming
the position
I take my
spot
Hands
poised above the table
To take
all that you've got
All eyes
are upon us
The judge
asks if we are ready
And I nod
Not even
looking if you do
His hand
hangs in the air
He shouts,
"go!"
The first
hot dog
Is
already in my throat
I eat
Face set
in competition frown
Going
like a deranged billy goat
YOU are
going down!
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