Loser Cries
Could you,Carson, imagine
That Ross gave me a margin,
Gap between us enlarging
With smiles into halls barging...
His words of encouragement
Ones streaked with disparagement,
As they show off management
And preach stricter engagement...
How should I really have felt:
By a pal beaten or belt?
Ross has his wins made 'A must'
And V tattooed on his bust,
Meaning,of course,I may rust
While after victory lust...
My shameful losses annual,
Has Ross been using manual?
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