A loser’s lament
left in contempt
for all of the
wasted time I spent

lover’s issues,
cause I was misused
by the good girls
who dig bad dudes.

What a tragedy
to make a
jealous *** of me
as I weep grievously.

Then I bend
to anger’s end,
to rise and defend
with my tragic
ego’s armament.

But, I don’t
go on a
beer binge
that would make
Bacchus cringe.

Instead, I trend
towards
self-improvement,
take this pain and frustration
and use it
to make myself better.