“THE FAILURE.” a poem November 29, 2019 (Friday)
I LOVE being a failure and being on “the short end of the stick;”
I like “missing out” and NOT getting even a lick;
I like lots o’ rejection mean looks and “He’sHopeless” sighs,
And I love NO ATTENTION from your gorgeous eyes.
I am never in “first place;” The LAST that’s for me,
The LOSER, NOT the winner is what I wanna be.
“You loser; you failure,” the men yell my way.
“I’m TheMysticALPoet , and I’ll fail ALL day.”
I fail to liveUp ToTheExpectations THEYall HOLD,
I fail to improve, and I fail to be bold,
I fail to get aHEAD, so I settle for a wing,
Or a leg or a prayer, and I fail to sing,
The song everyone WOULD HAVE congratulated me for,
Instead I sing “Join Me In Death.” The one all the Catholic girls abhor.
I fail to score; I fail to show;
I’ve failed in life; I fail to know,
Much of anything that IF I only knew (it) I’d be,
Happy and Satisfied and Fulfilled;
DID I LOSE MY KEY?
Where’s that key to SUCCESS? Was it lost at an early age?
So, I only push on the doors of my “chronic,” sad cage,
Captured FOREVER by the thought of your smile;
I REMEMBER WHEN YOU NEVER LOVED ME;
But I loved you all the while.
Too bad, a failure NO ONE SETTLES FOR,
Which means I’M UNIQUE. Wow. Now, The World’s at my door,
Knocking and screaming: “Please, let us in,”
Saying: “Your failure’s about winning. We were caught in the sin,
Of JUDGMENT about what’s winning and how to live life,
And YOU were accepting of YOUR FAILURE AND STRIFE.
PLEASE LET US IN. WE WILL SIT AT YOUR FEET,
Listening to your tales of grand failure,
And THE LEARNING YOU DID GREET.”