We played it clean In the midst of enemies. And no hem unkept. No stutter or comma cleft. And they hemorrhage wit At a rate until they see There is no other place to go, No other place to be so alone. We drew our lines In the form of pantomime. And it caused a rift, Miniscule but pertinent. And they gave us gold. By fortune, fame we're told We are now Close to world renowned For doing none other than What we're told.