Losers
LOSERS
If there’s something I can’t stand it’s all the losers around -
And man, there’s a ship-load of ‘em out there, having a ball.
Amazing how the world gets by when so many surround
Us as useless passengers. Not really pulling their weight at all.
You see them every day, the deadbeats, the nothings,
Playing the empty-headed drifter roles,
Who really should and could get busy doing something -
If they had more gumption in their souls.
I dunno, they just make me feel so mad and kinda uneasy
Because they seem to have no feel for the real nitty-gritty,
Lurching from one smutty moment to another, maybe more sleazy -
Like autumn butterflies, but not nearly so pretty.
Need their wings clipped, and a serious job of work to do,
Settle down and straighten their lives out, see?
They make me uncomfortable. . . . probably. . . maybe it’s true. . . .
Because they remind me - of me.
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Entered in John Freeman's Contest - Give Me Your Best Shot!!!!!!
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2011
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