The Ultimate Game
Survival of the fittest
Only one comes out alive
It started out with ten
Now cut in half to five
Stranded on an island
To play the ultimate game
The top three all joined forces
And two went up in flame
Out on the sandy beach
They battled head to head
The weaker of them faltered
Then all but two were dead
So in the final conflict
The Alpha ruled the day
He broke the other's neck
And on the ground he lay
Arms raised high in triumph
He shouted to the skies
As the last man standing
He won the ultimate prize
But fate's a funny thing
Even though he finished first
With no water to be found
One week later died of thirst
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