Could you malign my character
Instead of insinuating support
Since we are clearly not aligned as renegades
Cause I’d rather be tied to these blocks
And thrown into the creepy deep
Than to stand here with you as you wince
With every bold step that we should be making together
You’re simply not made from the same steel pieces
So the tag-a-long cuteness you provide
With your trite coy flat-line smiles and shoulder shrugs
Isn’t going to stand the test of time
Cause the finalists must be base jumpers
Who are ready to ride the rails, fly or die
Each will have their fan club and followers
Perhaps there will be room for you in them
But on the risers – first, second, and third
There will be winners and no vagabonds
Who are merely associated, possibly supportive, but not brave