If I don’t win, you don’t win, it’s as simple as that

Our lives are entwined in a circular wrap

That’s flowers and roses or a wasted sand trap

Where humans loose footing and all life is flat.

So why do you move to encumber me thus

With nary a word to help either of us

But rather the acts and the words and the fuss

Of a loser hell bent on a crowd?

2012.04.02.0600 ©