At the edge of the cliff
I laugh out loud
there’s not even one grief
that can be allowed
It is not nearly by chance
I face this defiance
could blame it to my romance
with my own reliance
I will be holding this fort
no matter how hard
even if out of sort
will concede no one yard
All the power of my will
my reason to strive
and the instinct to still
will allow me to survive
BACK OFF! I said
To the abhorrent monger
I am not one hair afraid
Of your tenacious hunger