What's the use when we can't be
best or first, or last or worst.
The whole idea feels cursed
and bloated, just like me.

I missed my call to arms,
drenched my cream in ice,
fell for that which harms
and lost one leg twice.

Everyone can write, everyone
can paint and what is special
when you get to decide?

It's all indefinite repetition,
no upward or downward, it seems,
just spirals and attrition.