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
 do you?