Don't Let the Bastards Win

Life, my education:

Stay the duration.

Never give in--

Don't let the bastards win.

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They taught me with blows,

Formatted my throes;

Forgiving their sins

Lets all bastards win.

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They cruelly ask

That we stay on task:

Serve as their mannikins

To let them all win.

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I won't acquiesce

To dispossess

Their victims--my kin

And let these bastards win.

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I won't stay ambivalent

Nor seek their equivalent.

And re-commit Original Sin

By letting those bastards win.

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They'll be the last to know

When they're alight, my flambeau.

They'll char like their victims:

Cindered bastards can't win.

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I'll bear that torch proudly

And beat that drum loudly.

With seizure of life and limb

So the bastards don't win.

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They're out there in spades

Clueless to our Crusades.

Where'll be the chagrin

That the bastards didn't win?