consider the obvious
the martyr is meaningless, the campaign has died
in the planning stages, are the singular proof
that it was ever alive
this purchased rebellion, has been outbidded
denounced and rescinded and left to die
championless, championless, championless
I begged you not to go
I begged you I pleaded
claimed you as my only hope
and watched the floor as you retreated
Hope has sprung a perfect dive,
a perfect day, a perfect lie
a slowly crafted monologue
conceding your defeat
Does it comfort you
to know you've fought the good fight
basking in your vicories
hollow and alone
to boast your bitter bragging rights
to anyone who'll listen
while your left with nothing
tangible to gain.