Philosophizing

A dumb officemate landed a promotion but not me, it's alright, it was not based on good looks anyway. I am grossly underpaid but come to think of it it's okay, I cannot be relying on this damn oil company's charity. I wrote many songs that no one buys even for a dime, perhaps, like Van Gogh, I was born ahead of my time. Got into karate and my opponent broke my collarbone, well, even the great Ali's jaw was busted by Ken Norton. It did not hurt a bit at all, not amounting to a scratch, although it was like a kick landing right on the crotch. A woman turned me down but it was clearly her loss, crazy not falling for a guy who looked like Tom Cruise. I admit my poems stink, sorely lacking any meaning, but Joe's are even worse, not amounting to anything!