hidden poem at the end of the link
Somebody said you won't win.
And one day I'll find them
through thin, thick and better poetry than this,
sit them down and say
There's a failure in death because it's rest,
the ultimate lie in costing 16.95 a month
and I don't want to not stop.
I may only ever be four weeks ahead,
and even then two at best,
but I know where i’m going