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Of all the things I've seen

To boast of this I've not

One man who stood victorious

Another man distraught

For what was their competition

Of what did they keep the score

Was the loser who had less

Or at fault to gather more?

I wondered what was used

Whether feet or fist or hand

What was done to score a goal

Or how a blow would land

Nevertheless it was over

The victory decided

No question in the audience

No judges were divided.



Its name is unimportant

The sport of these 2 men

Nor the place of the arena

I'll not be there again

My mind it makes its home

The combatants well I know

I am my own worst enemy

I am my only foe

Maybe I can beat myself if I

Knew how to play this game

To be the winner or the loser

Would it not be the same

What happens if i die,

Is it a tie?