You stand before me, broken and beaten
Staring at me with eyes as bright as the sun
I stare back with a gaze as cold as ice
You swing at me
I dodge then club you in the back
You know you can’t win,
So why continue?
Is it courage,
Is it determination,
Or is it that your just to stupid
To know when to quit?
Why don’t people learn?
Is it really that hard?
Oh well
It’s their problem not mine.