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!
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