Romeo Naces Poet Tail-rhyme

Sore Losers

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In tight contests, 
rivals flash sour,
scheming smiles 
of ignominies.

                       Some are spiteful 
                       though they're down 
                       beaten on bended,
                       wounded knees.

Their front act of 
dire deceit: feigning
sportsmanship, not
conceding defeat.
                               
                        Rancour and rage 
                        behind their civil,
                        congenial masks 
                        insidiously lurk.

Though, quietly  they 
lick their wounds,
they vow vengeance,
and defiantly sulk.

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Dawn Gordon April 8, 2011 at 9:14 PM never been like that at all, like rivalry academically...I always say good luck, I think it is vain not too