First, these fancied pursuers just mentioned,
are about as honest as your imagined win,
because there exists many different versions of triumphs,
while yours is akin to a little Usain Bolt kind of victory,
of course also very fallacious,
vainly turning around during your impressive charge,
revealing it’s meant as a general idea,
yet still fails miserably in full sight.
Ha, you clearly had no success with this,
but rested here all the same,
arrogantly and smugly like you truly did,
then obviously later got fiercely crushed,
out of sheer surprise by me instead,
now where you cowardly don’t need to worry,
concerning every fate I trample your supposed revolutions,
since hardly anyone cares luckily.
Bull, people aligning your reasoning conceive supremacy,
really amounting into simple agreement,
which lacks being necessarily right,
displaying you could achieve a coup of only opinion,
finally coining the 3-D game market,
witnessing others try subsequently releasing their copies,
merely to have consensus change before that happens,
so those types of concepts are suddenly passé,
in favor of crude block stacking diversions,
creating more room for queens and kings,
largely populating daytime television relying on said unison,
jetting across inane utterances after each gasping breath,
actively stupefying the public of hungry masses chasing you,
never to intercept.
Sharwrong's Song 