I thought of our battle with lust,

Two fighting like Tantor in must,

Then I noticed a fight

With no end now in sight,

And I've become in this matter nonplused.

Can we really compete with a head,

And an ulsio, no matter who's dead,

Or will everyone bet

On the one swigging sweat

Or the other, with words so dread.

I thought we would fight so sublime

To remember for all of our time,

Now I fear we'll be left,

All alone, when they've left

To watch the battle of rhyme.

Oh well.

Tarak, lamenting stardom