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Marye Minstrel Jul 2017
I was the last served from the dish of good luck
Where I sat at the table of life
The man before scraped the residual muck
From the plate with the edge of his knife

But the last shall be first, and so I was served
The primary course of mishap
I could not comprehend how I had deserved
Such a rich and luxurious scrap

How can one poor person consume such a feast
Of mischance as allotted to me
Others would sink in despair, at least
To see fate their forsworn enemy
­­­­Meant for more from birth
Carried in satin like a god
I do not envy you
When I succeed it is a surprise
Something met with pride
Due to lack of expectation
The Underdog Advantage
When you succeed it is anticipated
Should have been more
Greater in size and worth
Living up to your destiny
I do not envy your
Royal Disadvantage
In this great race
The start line may begin
With varied handicaps
But the finish line is in turn
Equal distance
I do not believe in Royal Design
We are all nothing to begin with
Nothing simply looks different depending on
Where you're standing.
Wyatt Apr 2017
What if the things we live for
fall from our point of view?
Can we get up and go out
to get it back before it fades?
How do we live with it,
flashbacks of times now passed
where it didn't go as we planned?
I cant lie, I can't lie
sometimes this is easily tempting,
but I don't wanna gaze out the window
letting the darkness take me in,
reminiscing about the times I failed.
How do we live with it,
flashbacks of times now passed
where it never went like we wanted?

Falter on, stumble forward
nobody ever made it
with a stride in their step.
There's been setbacks and times
where we fought just to outlast,
even underdogs'll find homes too
you just have to keep searching for it.

Past all the voices raging
inside and out of my head,
how can I calm the noise down
just enough to push myself on?
I know you wanna hold me back,
I see you don't believe in me
and somewhere along the way
I believed only in that.
With no respect due to you
I ask what's the point
in settling, in letting you win?
You'll never reap what I sow,
only I can see the outcome.
I've been surrounded
by destructive people,
trying to find solace in myself.
I've been all around the place
trying to get my feet on the ground,
to build something under me.
How do we live with it,
flashbacks of times now passed
where we were on the losing end?

Falter on, stumble forward
nobody ever made it
with a stride in their step.
There's been setbacks and times
where we fought just to outlast,
even underdogs'll find homes too
you just have to keep searching for it.
I'll find it.
I'll find it.
Chris Neilson May 2016
Never really cut the cords
to my mother's apron strings
used to keep my head below the parapet
in among the underlings

Slowly overcoming
the underdog within me
given access to the manager's door
I'd still throw away the key

Feel more Manc than British
never flown a union flag
no pride in ruling waves
life has more than a price tag

Rejecting the governing minority
where those with money have most to gain
representing the downtrodden majority
where my heart and soul is lain
shooshu Dec 2015
Trying to breathe,
TRYING TO BREATHE
into the woods.
An old woman
in a furry hat
& I,
laughing together
still somewhat
lifelike.
Ever too proud
to play
boomerang
or go fetch
for change
FOR CHANGE
we live out
of bags.
Exactly where
we're meant to be
& 'how you say?'
...all that jazz."
--shoo.shu #doubleentendres #poetry #spilledink #inthenow #inthemoment #underdog #homeless #boho #bohemian #wanderlust #gypsy #nomad
Oscar Mann Nov 2015
All things considered
I’m not too unhappy
With this underdog life
Watching from the shadows
How other people
Who consider themselves
To be happier
**** up
Time after time
Andrea Armstrong Sep 2015
You inspire me to keep writing.
You inspire me to continue fighting for what "I" belive in.
You make me want to prove you wrong.
To show you I'm so much more than a torn page in a book.
To show you everything I do doesn't come from a dark place.
What I listen to, what I write & what I say. You belive it comes from an evil place.

Why?

Song: James Arthur X
By: Long Live The King
Mildly hot
But enough to keep the others on their feet
So flamboyant but immensely discreet
Leal Knowone Mar 2015
If you hang on to the wrong things you just might fall
What if you lived in a world were the underdog is the golden boy?
A huge victory in a tiny mind
Cassius X Feb 2015
Fortune favors those forged from failure.
Raised forth from rejection, the worthy wield real wealth: Wisdom.
Truths told and taught through trial.
A knowledge known no other way.
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