what you offer me
i take without a question
humbly
i refuse the greatest
I'd rather take the lesser
you prod and poke
you beg me
still
i am my own progressor
you offer me
i know the cost
an you'd expect no less
then me to accept graciously
and hold myself
in jest
I'd service you
if you could prove
that you were just the best
but in my mind
i am the prize
Confusion nothing less
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