On Winning
It begins with a belief.
Despite all odds, that it's a fait accompli.
The nabobs of negativity
Hang like ominous bats from a ceiling.
They screech nothing but loss.
Their lives lived as a game of ring-toss!
It's quite comical for winners,
To watch competitors become their own social dinners.
Eating crow, is made for haters.
Winners sump on champagne, steak and sour creamed 'taters!
11-2-2020
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2020
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