Poor Me

Poor Me.

Roses grow and flourish
On my neighbours gardens
But I never have any roses
All I get is weeds growing on mine
The sun always seems to  sihne down on others
But all I get is rain all the time

Never get a valentine card
All I ever get is a bill
When  most people are cosy and warm
 In their homes
I in mine
I just get a chill

I never take a chance and gamble
For I know I’ll never win
My relationships are soon over
Before they begin

I’m the one who always misses the train
Come back an hour later
To find I've missed it again
Children at school did anything they’d want
But I always got the blame

You can guarantee I’m always last in the queue
And instead of finding one rotten apple in a bag
I always find two
And I attract more flies than girls
It’s the ugly ones that do

I’;d like to go on acruise
But I don’t want the ship to sink

I could get a submarine instead
But they’d throw me out
Because I stink


I suppose I was just born unlucky
And cursed at birth
Made to suffer on the earth

Always on the outside looking in
About as interesting as a rubbish bin
I’m the unluckiest man in the world
But does that make me a success?.











Peter Dome©2019.

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