Loser

Me. No mistake,

Exhibit 1.

Missed the train,

Missed the opportunity.

Too late to fix,

Too late to apologize.

A day late, and a credit card short.

Shorts hoisted too high

or drooping down,

But never sitting well.

Fixating on things

that don’t matter,

Neglecting what does.

It’s not like i mean to do it,

But my standards are just so low.

Maybe I’ll go camping,

Serve myself up to a grizzly,

The way things used

To sort themselves out.

But I’m such a loser,

The bear will feel it, and avoid

The greasy taste it will leave in his mouth.

Am I the human aquivelent

Of a stinkbeetle?

Could there be a purpose to all this?

An advantage that i can’t see?

Probably not.

Only a loser will think like that.

Maybe I’ll get political..