Survivor

I could do it. Rubbing some sticks together. Holding a magnifying glass under the sun. Starting a fire, I think I could get it done. 

I could do it. Chopping down a couple trees. Pulling off some palm leaves. Tie the trees together, I’ll rip off my sleeves. 

I could do it. And without all the flirting. And without all the bitching and hurting. All while I get the fire burning. 

I could do it. Dive and swim into the salty water and learn to pack cannon fodder. Everyone will sneak and snake but I’ll be the real plotter. 

I could do it. How hard could it be to play the angel and the devil. Just make people feel like they’re on your level. Right before you push them into the pointy nettle. 

I could do it. Just stop being stupid and keep your alliances fluid. Stick too close to snakes and you’ll get booted. 

I could do it. Follow Jeff’s rules and make it to the end. Hold my own at tribal council and when I have to, defend. I wouldn’t break any moral codes but maybe I could bend. 

I could do it. I could win all the challenges and dominate. Don’t make the mistake of starting the game too late because you have to make your own fate. 

I could do it. Fight with my social skills, as long as I get to bring my pills. I could do it. Swim like a fish with gills, collect all the food with precise kills. 

I could do it. Win the million to pay the bills. I could do it. Maybe every once in a while my face would pout. And I lose my cool and start to shout. I could do it. As long as I don’t get airlifted out.