You all do. You don’t
Go all at once, though.
You leave, but you leave
You, which leaves you sad.
You make more of you.
What if you just went,
You know—drank the stuff,
Drained the cup? You’re good
At teams, love your groups.
If you all planned it,
The rest of the world
Could move on with things,
And there’d be no more
You. Or that’s the hope.
We should go with you.