Annihilate Defeat's Pranks and Tanks

Gaze into eyes of defeat and daze him Knocking out the swagger he flaunts Ensuring no longer can he trim To size your awesome arsenal as he taunts Midgets and Gullivers alike Trampling their toes, crumpling their pride Crushing their every effort to manifest his dislike For the courage and temerity they dare not hide When defeat springs forth like a gladiator Eager to smash every hurdle in his way Challenging any competitor crazy enough to call on a sentimental mediator To plead for defeat to delay Administering the coup de grace you dare to challenge If defeat should galumph Your way assuming you’d whinge At the prospect of defeat’s triumph Whose swagger you determine to break Once and for all to free your mind From the petrified fear whose stake No longer drives you blind As temerity assures you victory swings her pendulum Your way to inflict on defeat a resounding reverse From which he’d take years to recover since the odium Haunts his very soul when defeat so averse To uncertainty cringes Once you gaze him down Smacking the smug attitude from hinges That creak from dearth of lubricants in defeat’s town Where by virtue of determination and brilliance You exploit defeat’s vulnerable spiritual flanks Diluting his tonic, dismantling his parasitic pestilence To annihilate with divine might all defeat’s pranks and tanks.