I am rock, always rock – hard, dependable, keeper of history.
You are inconsistent.
Sometimes you are scissors, sharp and cutting.
Sometimes you are paper, translucent and enfolding.
Our past means little to you; it’s all about the pleasure of defeat.
We have played this game many times before but you have finally realized just how to win.
As long as you cover my intransgience with your volatility, I will always be your perfect loser.