I can teach you to compete
without wearing fangs
Or train you to cheat
without feeling pangs
I can insist you accept defeat
and lose graciously
Or demand you win at all costs
even playing dirtily
I can teach you 'Nice Guys Finish Last'
and the final score is everything
Or assure you it's only a game
not an idol for worshiping
Gaming
Written: by Miracle Man
11-16-2019
Oklahoma is saturated,
with Indian gaming casinos.
People go, hoping to win,
some jingle for their chinos.
Commercials make you think,
that everyone is winning.
Everyone jumps up and down,
and no person isn’t grinning.
But what remains unseen,
are those leaving destitute.
With frowns on their faces,
and voices that are mute.
From the hole they were in,
they were an unhappy person.
But a night at the casino,
has seen conditions worsen.
No Lottery or casino,
can ever be the answer.
Most lose and can’t stop,
and gambling becomes a cancer.
“It’s not true that nice guys finish last.
Nice guys are winners before the game even starts.”
Addison Walker
I do not believe it necessarily true that nice guys finish last. However stupid and insipid guys..... that is when you got it coming.
What did he said to displease the ownership of your body,
Words relapse I’m straight zoning,
Passion that held for holidays season whirlpool that meant for cleanse,
The way she describe me cleaned my soul,
Words relapse I’m straight zoning,
They say that nice guys finish last but here say this is a new age,
And I am rolling in deep with fascinating of love by you,
Wonder of of day break sing a sweet lull ably why take a break,
Not the first I heard of such a kind gentle but,
A young gentleman,
Hit the break I thought no one knew what I was aim for,
Can’t they reallie see the essence of make of a,
Truth Gentleman.
It's all brand new so it's time for fears,
As long as you're with me you will see no tears,
Forever and ever to have and to hold,
Can't wait for the day to taste your heart of gold,
With an open mind and caring heart,
In hopes that we shall never part,
To hold you close and nevel let go,
For all my love to you I'll show,
Bonded by words we both can say,
Glad you could stay for more than a day,
Because in a relationship I need some trust,
Yet since I met you it seems impervious,
No second thoughts about the way I feel,
Always be around if you keep it real,
The road is long as well as hard,
If you want a real man let down your guard,
I'll step right in with crazy force,
Then I better let nature take it's course,
Never will I hurt you or make you cry,
Before that happens I'd rather die
Being who I am is such a task,
Nice guys always seem to finish last...
the danger of spring thunder clouds
sunray glimmered love
wantonly enticed darker wilder winds
chose thunder-- not me
May 29, 2013
Valdez, Alaska
Victoria Anderson-Throop
White walls are bland,
Generic coloring without style.
They have no dash or daring do,
People plaster them with posters and pictures.
White walls garner no comment,
Except when they have flaws.
Is that why nice guys finish last?
---Another year, another heartbreak/
God, how many more years of this do I gotta take/
---She was playing games with my heart/
And I didn't see it, but my friends did from the start/
People said this & that, but I didn't believe the spit/
Because all that I saw was her innocence/
And i'm so sick of listening to these love songs/
And I still can't believe that she put me in the friend zone/
I thought that she was the one, and would be my wife-to-be/
And I wonder if we'll ever find out how it was supposed to be/
Matter of fact, I don't want to find that out, atleast not no more/
Because you don't deserve me, well atleast not no more/
I guess my friends were right all the time/
But I couldn't see the picture, cause love would make u blind/
Maybe I was too different than any guy you've been with in the past/
And now I truly believe that nice guys finish last/
A hatred toward myself
a longing for the feeling of the cold hearted
no emotion
no cares
no heartbreak
the unbelievable becomes real
a rejection burning so deep!
another night of these deadly thoughts
realizing the sad truth,
nothing I do can ever be enough
the cliché stands true…
Nice Guys finish last!
In this race for thick thighs,
Cute faces, and beautiful minds,
Nice guys finish last.
As i give 110 %,
Exherting all of my energy,
Others half-ass, cut corners, and still succeed.
As i read chapters, words cover to cover,
Others pick by flamboyant fronts,
I barely stop for water breaks,
While others sip champagne...
In this race for thick thighs,
Cute faces, and beautiful minds,
Nice guys finish last.
They say finishing the race is an award itself,
But for me,
Each time i cross the line,
The tourniquet turns tighter around hope,
Squezing every ounce until there is no more,
Somehow, Some way, Someone,
Boosts my self confidence,
And props up my flemsy faith in you,
Just to be re-shot, and re-propped,
And re-shot, and re-propped because...
In this race for thick thighs,
Cute faces, and beautiful minds,
Nice guys finish last,
Or not at all.
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