Saturday, August 1, 2009

The Loser



On waking, his yawn

would cause sunset at dawn.

When sleeping, his snore

would wake up his whore.

His fucked-up existence was for the world to see

Oh boy what a loser was he


He slept in a pool

of his own drool.

his life's philosophy

was of it's own school.

He drank to the bone,

he smoked

He guffawed alone

at the jokes he poked.

Second came his name

in a single player game.

He stood fourth

in a race of three.

The ever deplorable loser

was none other but me.

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