Loser



 

I got a sign on my back that says “loser”

I can’t see it, but I know it’s there

Maybe that’s why I hate my life

My job,

My boss,

The girl friend I don’t have

I even hate Wednesday night poker

And the guys I grew up with

They never let me win

They figure if they don’t take my money,

Somebody else will

I hate coming here to have Tommy the bartender ask

“How’s it hanging.”

I tell him to shut the fuck up and give me a drink

I’m always looking at the women who come in here and thinking

I can have this one or that one

When I know I can’t.

I see my face in the mirror and think

“There goes a real loser,”

and that’s pretty sad.

 

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