the imProvement isn’t palpable
Ships all back in port
imPossible is now possible
we Spilt our blood for sport

Nor for fame
Neither money
Comes an era
Drenched in honey

beCause we all compete
for Max amount of air
Elbows sharp and razors drawn
the Fight is never fair

the progNosis isn’t dire
if we Hold it all together
the Water isn’t wine
this Life is but whatever