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For all my tales of braggery I am the eloquent loser. Out of thousands of choices I will pick the ****** The liar, the layabout or thief. Then starts my florid tales Designed to mask my grief. I list the virtues of the guy, The Prince Charming I caught And talk about his attributes None of which he has got. I treat him like aristocracy Even though he never works. My friends wonder how I can Align myself with such a **** So, that means more stories To extoll his many talents Even though he has so few To brag about on balance. I keep thinking my eloquence Will overcome his character, His many alluring facets Or lack of which whatsoever. It’s sad the lengths I have gone Trying not to be so alone. I have been accused of being Like a dog with a favorite bone In my attempts to justify The awful choices I have taken. But I don’t listen, I only talk Any advice is all forsaken. That’s how it goes with me If I can explain things away, Like Scarlett, I'll think about it Maybe on some other day. Maybe then I'll finally understand Why I do what I always do. But we eloquent losers don’t care So very much what is true.
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Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 6:42 PM UTC
ELQUENT LOSER
For all my tales of braggery I am the eloquent loser. Out of thousands of choices I will pick the ****** The liar, the layabout or thief. Then starts my florid tales Designed to mask my grief. I list the virtues of the guy, The Prince Charming I caught And talk about his attributes None of which he has got. I treat him like aristocracy Even though he never works. My friends wonder how I can Align myself with such a **** So, that means more stories To extoll his many talents Even though he has so few To brag about on balance. I keep thinking my eloquence Will overcome his character, His many alluring facets Or lack of which whatsoever. It’s sad the lengths I have gone Trying not to be so alone. I have been accused of being Like a dog with a favorite bone In my attempts to justify The awful choices I have taken. But I don’t listen, I only talk Any advice is all forsaken. That’s how it goes with me If I can explain things away, Like Scarlett, I'll think about it Maybe on some other day. Maybe then I'll finally understand Why I do what I always do. But we eloquent losers don’t care So very much what is true.
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Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 6:42 PM UTC
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