What have you got on them?

What have they got on you?

It’s all about the leverage

The right kind of pressure

Those perfect words

So easy to get wound in them

Spin a little story

And dream through rose-tinted glasses

You must know when to step on the gas

Then in an instant, tug on the reigns

Change in a moment’s notice

The toughest part is to convince oneself of the loneliness

Everything goes uphill therefrom

You’ll have the upper hand

I promise.