Are you finally glad,

definitely not sad?

Your adversary is now beat

with not desire to compete.

You can claim the victory over me

and so be really very happy.

You have finally won,

my fight is all gone.

More listening I couldn’t do,

I wasn’t as strong as you.

In your eyes I wasn’t good,

never doing all I should.

I’m just a piece of trash

to be burned into ash.

Your probably not glad at this,

for it’s my servitude you’ll miss.

I won’t suffer your negative talk

as my flesh and bones turn to chaulk.