Eek.

Don’t mistake my meek for weak
I won’t just give you my other cheek
These stone-cold eyes won’t leak
At the hate you speak
I’ve seen times more bleak
Than this havoc you wreak
I won’t break my beak
Cracking that rock you seek
Can’t knock me off my peak
I’m an old-school, high-flying flag of a freak
One-uva-kind, utterly unique
Polished-up relic, pedestal’d antique
Here begins my winning streak

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