The Lonely Ghost

What are you?

They asked him in jest

Ghost from your past, he said to himself

They planned to avenge their defeat

Ridicule him to command a retreat

Little did they know that he was making mental notes

Turning tables sounded better than their votes

Weapons and war were archaic felonies

He wanted a competition of minds and melodies

To the best within us, he taught them to toast

They all won and killed the lonely ghost.