The Ultimate Game

Survival of the fittest Only one comes out alive It started out with ten Now cut in half to five Stranded on an island To play the ultimate game The top three all joined forces And two went up in flame Out on the sandy beach They battled head to head The weaker of them faltered Then all but two were dead So in the final conflict The Alpha ruled the day He broke the other's neck And on the ground he lay Arms raised high in triumph He shouted to the skies As the last man standing He won the ultimate prize But fate's a funny thing Even though he finished first With no water to be found One week later died of thirst