How is your imagination tonight?
With playful thrusts of guts and wit,
Tat for tat and tit for tit.
ON GUARD!! Take this, worthless foe!
Your blood is dried and your humor cold.
Bouncy banters and badinage
flirt with blithe counters of love and hate.
There will be NO MERCY spared.
Vulgarities, obscenities and other foul air.
You took your best shot, it was close.
Of all my adversaries, I fear you most.
As words fall silent, lights dimly glow,
the music sings mute and thoughts flow slow.
This night, drunk with mischievous fun,
this battle will not be lost or won.
The mind is no match with the heart in persuasion;
I stand no match for imagination.
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