I call me boring but you won’t admit;
Apparently that is something you wish I’d quit.
Whip smart but can’t see that is true.
Can’t remember half of what I once knew.
Still you insist while declaring my victory.
I am the marshal who will write our history.
Union between lines that divide.
Pity so few wish to subscribe.
Instead the battles continue to rage.
But neither of us will ever engage.
Old habits that should’ve died hard.
So long ago when it was still sung by bard.
However that is not how this runs.
Great swathes of the world descended to slums.
Apocalypse is coming but we stay side by side.
Whatever comes we’ll make it through this ride.

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