Bones of Contention **for Aaron only**

A band, quartet, mixed, produced by you two and not us.
You ask yourself, "Am I a hub productive enough?"
Do you lack the zeal? Are you sufficient religious?
'Tis not rocket-math, air-head, so move your dated duff!

Else mayhaps these three shall prevail and you'll owe hard cash!
Unless of course the 'Team H.' schema's a five-year-sham!
I fear not your aged bone, if I may be so brash,
So scramble on, and see if I give a holy damn!

Now, should you ever get so far, string them out to view:
Five, six, seven, eight, eleven, twenty-five, and then,
Just twenty-nine, thirty, thirty-eight, and forty-two.
On your mark... get set... forty-six and forty-seven!


Credits:
Sara - feedback & title