Losers' Lament
Swallowing hard the slain,
Gritting teeth like gnats;
Toss your card nonchalantly and move.
Even if your ears ring like bells;
Don’t get the hernia over it,
Frothing wont smoothen the slit.
The bait has died out;
For neon thighs come with a jaunty cough.
Copyright © Elcana Oteki | Year Posted 2016
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