"underdogs" poems
**** this civilized **** I am set, like an object. So don't object. My eyes on the prize like my future subjects. All these haters is suspect, I pay them no respect. That's how a King treats his subjects. I blow minds like lare jets-- then take marks and get set. It could be the bad or the ugly, l'm as good as it gets. I'm raising the bar like I'm working my pecs, working hard, baring arms like I'm funk master flex. I'm laughing so hard it's hurting my chest. instead of getting money I'm enjoying my wealth, weight a couple rounds, then rise up in belts. My Dawgs underdogs, like we training vets. I weigh the pros agasint cons, then Shakakon like I'm K. West. Extend my arm and drop a bomb when this mic turn on. My future brighter than prospects, standing on Prospect while the Sunset waiting to get it on
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 8:45 AM UTC
With the start of the first inning
as the wind whistled through the tree's
Our short stop had his shoulder broke
and the fates blew in on the breeze
This team was a thorn in the side
of the Harding Presidents Club
It was on this night my son Tate
was scheduled to play as a sub
The kid pitching for North Union
hurled a cooking heater down field
You could hear that freight train coming
as it's hide was 'bout to be peeled
Their coach then rallied his talent
pressing their shoulders to the wheel
like natives dancing 'round a fire
driving devils who'd struck a deal
A death defying mid-air, catch
the bounding, ball tossed on the run
The Devil was in town this night
riding in on the setting sun
They dove and slid then nearly flew
as if the angels rode their backs
While running bases half possessed
plowing the field with cleated tracks
No one remembered the last time
that our team had beaten this bunch
That night they took the field in style
serving them all up for their lunch
,
The dice kept coming up seven
and oh prophetically so
When the sun had finally set
the score was seven to zero
Come ye father's follow your child
through the tough times every one
For the oft chance will someday come
when they will have finally won
Tate
© 2012 Tate Morgan
Written
April 12, 2014
Americans love the underdogs.
original
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/aristate/1342622/
Original video poem of the same
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/aristate/1354978/
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 11:36 AM UTC
All day, every day I'm terrified of you.
Again and again your fist makes contact with my skin.
Broken spirit, heart, will, pride.
Be happy because you broke me.
Can't you just smell the pride seeping off of you
as you beat me up again.
Can anybody see me? Help me?
Dead.
I'm dead.
****
Everyone looks the other way. Nothing wrong happens in their worlds.
Even the teachers.
Fear seeps into my bones when I see you in the halls.
'Fuck you!' I scream in my head, but can never get the words
out my mouth.
*** you whisper, in a way that cuts deeper than any scream.
Go away. Please.
Get bored of me.
How can someone be this awful?
Help me.
It was stupid of me to fight back, because
I can't breath after you kick me in the stomach.
Just make my life a living hell, please
be my guest.
Justice is ****
Keep an eye on me, in case I start to get
happy again. That could be a problem.
Key word: Target.
Love is foreign now.
Lonely is not.
My days are black. Are you happy now?
Maybe your life is **** so you have to make
my life the same.
Never has someone hated me so much
just for being alive.
Nice welcome to high school.
"Oh who would ever give a **** about you?"
Obviously, no one.
Please... Please...
People, why can't you see me?!
"Queen ***** I call you.
"Queen of the rats" you call me.
Running, running, running again.
Running in vain for you will only get me later.
Sometimes I can avoid you, or manage to get away with
only a shove or an insult.
Stay and beat me if you want, if it makes you feel better
because I am giving up for now.
"Tomorrow, today won't seem so long" I tell myself.
Tell me help is coming.
Underdogs always win in the end right?
Under your power is not where I thought I would be.
Vacant are my eyes, for you have driven my soul away.
Vandalized locker, I know it was you.
When will I be safe?
What did I ever do to you?
Xanax would be perfect to OD on.
You're a monster… But
you have all the power.
Zero Bullying Tolerance, that's
********
Oct 10, 2011
Oct 10, 2011 at 8:10 PM UTC
Slimy sea feet.
Sandy salt tongues.
Gabby gulls and cautious *****
Boardwalk smiles and sticky ice cream fingers.
Ripened hearts and eager tide eyes.
Tears in my ears from the satisfied sun seeking silence.
This is where I belong.
This is where I know God.
I don’t belong in a town that can offer me nothing.
I don’t belong in a massive city that’ll swallow me up.
I don’t belong at silly soirees or late night parties.
I don’t belong at the top tier or down with the underdogs.
I belong on the shores.
I belong arm in arm with my confidantes, walking through downtown streets of some sweet town.
I belong hand in hand with my true companion with our toes in the sand.
I belong sipping soda with my sisters giggling endlessly as we watch some cheesy chick flick.
I belong hugging my mama who I will never stop loving for an instant.
I belong sitting with my father drinking tea in the purest, sweetest silence, for that is how we were made to be.
I belong listening to my dad’s tall tales and my mothers soothing words.
I belong holding my stomach with my face streaked with tear drops from some joke that is only funny if you were there.
I belong forever in the future with that one, the one whom was made for me; the Tilney to my Catherine.
I belong holding the gazes of my friends as we try to hold back our cackles, tears, and even our own words.
I belong in the waves of the sea.
I only belong in the happiest of salty tears.
I can’t belong where I’m too afraid to face my fears.
I won’t belong in broken gears.
I’ll not for a moment belong in heartbroken wares.
I’ve never belonged in them, but they live inside me.
They have and always will be
My demons and my skeletons
Yet you will always see them on my sleeves
So everyone can see they do not devour me.
Mar 15, 2013
Mar 15, 2013 at 12:09 AM UTC
She leaves a trail of broken heart
in her wake.
Like the River Styx, but
very much alive.
On the outside,
one would look at her and say
she's a faerie nymph
flighty, giddy and naive.
She treats boys like playthings-
they would say,
draw them to her and spit them out
her pixie pranks bereft of benevolence.
They are Theseus and Leucippus
heroes victimized by false love
they say,
the underdogs.
She is to blame.
On the inside, however,
it's a different story.
They fixate on her,
fall in love without consulting her first.
To them,
consent is an idea
and an abstract any-thing.
Something to be taken lightly or disregarded
You see,
consent is more than a verbal yes
and consent is more than ****** thing.
Consent is communicating your intent
before acting on it
and getting permission.
So it should be the same with falling in love.
No one owes anyone anything.
Best friend, dark loner type, new boy/girl in your life,
consider this before you vilify someone
for what they don't feel.
Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 10:54 PM UTC
Start from the beginning.Feels like it was yesterday. The best of my friends stay, the rest of em' fade away.
Now there's nothing but green lights. The reason we stand in place, so time doesn't miss me. I move at a faster pace.
Don't care what they say. They'll never change us. Underdogs. We live for today and no one can blame us. Underdogs).
'Cause when you're the underdog. They never get down. All they do is stop and stare, under the surface. We got a purpose. We are the Underdogs.
When you fall down, get up, then you'll be right back,on track.
What is perception? Its just a reflection of who I am. At school you were so cool. Now you're just a grown fool. These kids can be so cruel.
Don't care what they say. They'll never change us. Underdogs.We live for today and no one can blame us. Underdogs.
'Cause when you're the underdog. They never get down, all they do is stop and stare, under the surface. We got a purpose. We are the Underdogs.
No I can't look down. Underdog. If I could do it again. Underdog.I wouldn't change a thing. Underdog.
I'm living out my dreams and I'm so close. I came too far to turn back now. The world's at my feet.I know my destiny. Mission complete
Don't care what they say. They'll never change us. Underdog. We live for today and no one can blame us. Underdog.
'Cause when you're the underdog. They never get down, all they do is stop and stare,under the surface. We got a purpose. We are the Underdogs.
When you fall down, get up. You're just a beginning. You're still just pretending, then you'll be right back on track.
Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 9:47 AM UTC
often I feel like a girl
sometimes beautiful, always insecure
listening, talking, crying
forced to write this kind of thing
often I feel like a boy
for if I was smart, you call me nerd
for if I can throw your books in the dump, you call me cool
trying so hard to be strong, to be accepted
often I feel like a girl
pretty in pink, you’d say you’d ‘tap that’
but then
have you really been inside a real girl
often I feel like a boy
whose voice you've never heard
only the shrieks when you lock me on the locker room
I never ******* asked, to enter in this asylum
often I feel like a bird
trapped in this four walls
obligated, machined, regulated
to which they say the best four years of our lives
Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 5:48 AM UTC
[Hook: Ester Dean]
Voices in the air
I hear them loud and clear
Telling me to listen
Whispers in my ear
Nothing can compare
I just wanna listen
[Verse 1: MGK]
As my, world turns
The heart beats
Not only in my chest
But the heart in these streets
So when they feel this, they feel me
But I can't feel nothin', outside these dre beats
I am from the city of evil, came from the bottom
Standing on top of what was supposed to be my coffin, whats up?
Inception shows me as a dead man walkin', but reflections shows this kid's still got it
Let it be known I got the throne like I don't know that there's a king
Never grew up around a family because I'm not a human being
And anyone under my level that’s coming at my spot for the top
Let them have it, cause when I leave, the whole world drops
Lace up Kells
[Hook]
I hear voices in the air
I hear em’ loud and clear
Telling me to listen
Whispers in my ear
Nothing can compare
I just want to listen
Telling me I am Invincible (3x) - oh oh
Telling me I am Invincible (3x) - oh oh I am
[Verse 2]
Waking up sweatin from the stress of being caged down
Everything I write is played out like what is this ?
Tear the whole page out
Man I come from holes in the wall but they don’t know the path
Even if I told them it all, they wouldn't know the half
So maybe I fill up my luggage with all of these dreams and put on my black coat and my black chucks and nothing in my jeans
And just run, till the day comes like Rocky’s movie scene
And I’m on top of the world, look up and scream like this is me, this is Kells
Crucified by the public without the nails
Do or die in my city but clearly I never failed
Lost myself in the game when I found myself in a cell
Then I found myself in the fame when I lost myself in the pills
And you cannot mess with me still , seen them boys and they winnin
Underdogs of the year Cleveland boys in the buildin'
What the **** is a ceiling I’m taking this to the top, and when I leave the whole world drops Lace Up Kells
[Hook]
I hear voices in the air
I hear em’ loud and clear
Telling me to listen
Whispers in my ear nothing can compare
I just want to listen
Telling me I am Invincible (3x) - oh oh
Telling me I am Invincible (3x) - oh oh I am…..
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 2:59 PM UTC
[Verse 1: MGK]
Every day I, wake up, to the same ****
In the same house, with the same bricks
In the same clothes, with the same kicks
I might as well be in jail
Caged in, stairin' at the wall waitin' for a change but
Dad telling me I gotta get a job
Couldn't pay the bills so the lights turned off
Them Cleveland boys got it hard
Oh my god, we been living like this too long
Just to lose it all in a week
My people too strong
Get it? Me and my boys be gone
Puffing on **** like this the lawn
Me and my boys tired of being here
That is why we gone
They say we wouldn't amount to nothing, huh?
Y’all thought we was bluffing, huh?
Fought every temptation **** I guess I’m David Ruffin huh?
Nowadays, we don’t gotta do that dirt, tell my boys they good
And nowadays my little girl won’t have to work, moved her out the hood
Look man, I done been through it all, and I’ma ****** if I got this far
And if I let them strip me of this message let these haters take my heart
This for the ones that had it hard, the ones like me, the underdogs
This for the ones that waited for them clouds to fall, please god let it
[Hook]
You can't see my tears, in the rain
Underneath it all, we’re just the same, same, same
You can't see my tears, in the rain
All around the world it’s just the same, same, same
You can't see my tears, in the rain
So I let it rain
[Verse 2]
And they mad that I made it out the city
But if you look I'm still out in the city
Before everything I had clout in the city
Two other states and never bounced on the city
Shout out to everybody that’s proud in the city
Everybody cheering in the crowd from the city
Everyone that never had doubts in the city
Cause they know I represent what we about in the city
And I’m still laced up, tell the world that’s nothing changed
Till it’s hundred dollar bills in my pocket, then nothings change
If my team ain't with me, then I don’t wanna thang, tell them I'll go broke before I run out on my gang
EST over everything
100 thousand plus, cult fan base yea that is us, my songs tattooed on they body troubled youth, we bad as **** and what?
Nobody gave a **** about for broken mirrors
So I care less about appearance
Just as long as they can hear us
We’re fearless, we’re stupid, we’re dealers, we’re loser's
We’re killers, we're orphan's, we’re addicts, we’re stealers
We’re shooters so **** us
We are what they say we are until conformity hits us
Or those clouds come down and take them all with us, please god let it
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 2:57 PM UTC
Have you ever noticed all the superheroes in your school?
That kid who's strong enough to lift things and throw them
at the other kid who's strong enough to actually take it.
Those popular girls, the cheerleaders
who always find the positive in everything
and have super cool elastic flexibility!
And those super cool independent chicks with their headphones in,
hoods up, shutting out the rest of the world.
Oh and of course those 'Clark Kent's who are so intellectual
leaving you puzzled and curious every time.
Those are the best kind of heroes because they're the underdogs.
You wouldn't think any of these guys would ever
be capable of being your Superman at Prom.
But you take away the glasses and then you'll really feel dumb.
There's all those cool superheroes hanging in the canteen,
spreading around like a bad cough in the playground
and then.. and then there's me.
Hi there.
I have the tendency to fade into the shadows of the ground,
My weakness is focal point.
The spotlight would burn against my sensitive skin like how
a sunrise would burn the skin of a vampire.
The attention of a million little lights
would be the cause of my own fire.
And if you look into my eyes..
If I let you,
You'll see my life flash right before yours,
you'll suddenly feel scared to know me..
but you'll care enough to try.
I guess you could call me Invisi-Girl!
'Cause I don't even wear a cloak,
nope,
I don't even need a cloak,
to be seen as the most invisible girl
in the world.
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 2:39 PM UTC
Just because someone’s loves you
Doesn’t mean they believe in you
So go on little guy
Go get after it
Lets prove people wrong
But know yourself
Know your worth
Back’s to fences?
You best get going
Go on, Be bold brother!
Cocky, confident go **** it! You cocky ****
Go back to your circle of sinners
Don’t you dare try and take time from the talented ones life
...
It’s pretty easy to appoint
To not disappoint
When you’ve been dubbed such a loser
Well...
Here’s my stand **** you and **** this
I’m the man!
I make the magic!
I will prevail
I will no longer be pounded
Underdogs don’t always finish first
But we’ll **** well die doing it
So go on little guy
Lets go get em
Cause even with love little
Our hope is high
Cocky, confident and **** big chip on our shoulders
Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 5:34 AM UTC
Love is this...
.......
............
,,,,,
catkin feet rotating the underdressed night under a casino wheel of stars
..........or else a Tempest of Soul loud as a fishmonger
...............99p cola bottles & lonesome underdogs
.............that time you laughed on helium
... 'fuck me' neon signs in the street
...................sweet onion breath delirium
.................Millais's Ophelia all wasted & peeling from suburban billboards.
......................the time Virginia Woolf drowned & all the birds
forgot how to sing in Greek.
..............are we there yet
..............are we feeling the beat, beat, beat
..............of this raindrop
.........................do we need postage stamps.
................................why is your neighbor called Pete.
.........why did you kick a dog, Mamma.
............nothing is that which is understood
............why are you staring at this poem.
Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 12:44 PM UTC
You
With the underdog smile
And the quirky attitude
I took a shining to you
You've been beaten
You've been bruised
And I took a shining to you
We were two underdogs
A team
But you
You can't reciprocate
You can't see past your affliction
You dig until the ground falls from beneath you
And I can't fill in the holes
Not fast enough
No matter what I do
It doesn't mean a thing to you
And you don't see the way it eats at me
You can't see that I'm defeated
Because you're far too busy
Digging your holes
Gotta have all eyes on you
Because everything is you
You want them all to know your name
You want to be their sun
And you beg
And you lie
And you cheat
Dig your holes
Bury your knives
You bury your knives in me
And I've had enough
I'm done
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 11:39 AM UTC
i remember meeting you in the back of house, where your words were loose and wild. i was brining some guests plates in that needed to be cleaned after their meal. i got to talking with some coworker about some
bull **** coworkers talk about, probably complaining about some old lady who wanted truffle fries and only got regular fries. you had to chime in when there was a cadence with some ********** comment to display your manliness and status amongst your kitchen staff. that game always seemed counterproductive to me. you pinned me for someone i wasn't. i did the same to you. somehow along the way, between all your lewd remarks, we became friends. i believe it began over our affinity for the Buffalo Bills. You said you liked them because they were the underdogs and you hated the Miami Dolphins. I told you they were my hometown team and you said "no **** get the **** outa here. You're from Buffalo?" the way you said it lead me to assume you were from New York. You told me you were from upstate and missed it. I told you how much time my family spent up there in the summers, doing outdoorsy things. burning fires, drinking beer underage, walking barefoot through the forrest. we bonded. we learned a lot more about each other. you were divorced and knew that you could never love another woman as much as you loved your ex. she gave you two beautiful kids. she also took 3/4 of you paycheck and left you for broke. the rest you drank away with me when our shifts were over. you told me about your drug habits, and i told you about mine. i told you about my childhood and you said you were sorry. i helped you drive your kids to school when your ex wife was too busy. we got drunk and shot so much **** there was a chip on your shoulder. there was a chip on mine too. i got to see you cry when i accused you of using again. i think you knew what i said was true. i came down on you hard because i had just lost two jobs, a girlfriend i thought would have my children, and someone that lived in your apartment complex crashed into my brand new car while i was waiting on you. we were on the way to get your kids from school. you knew i meant well but i could see the guilt in your eyes. i helped you with your kids a handful of times after that. we would get breakfast after and talk about work and women. after work we'd get ****** and eat at some small Mexican stand in 90 degree weather. i fell asleep at the wheel and totaled my car some time later. shortly after i left for tour and then you died. some secrets you take to the grave. thank you.
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 3:24 AM UTC
Hello
This is my doing
I guess you want me to answer for it
I will if I feel like it
Some say we all have the same sense of aimlessness
And we're preyed on by the leech behind the curtain
But I think we've gotten passed that
That could be my inner mantra mixed with ***** talking though
Turning my back to the confusion only to find that meaning has already found me
I look at the leaders, they only can make educated guesses
And we'll all know if they did the right thing years from now
I've never put my name in the hat for consideration
But I know I'll still get called when my turn comes
They can touch me and I can't deny what I've said or done
But they'll never lay a hand on the ideals and truths that are in each of us
I'm beyond grateful for knowing this
I may become old
I may become ill
I may starve and die but my creations will go on for eternity
Moments of pleasure
Moments of purity
I won't name names or cast stones
I won't chase paper or fall to my knees for guaranteed safety
That's why I'm here, legs crossed and mind silent
Spirit centered and flowing free
My adoration for the underdogs and stray cats
My respect for honesty and curiosity for experimentation
Have taught me invaluable lessons
Just give me a shot, I know I can make a difference
I can see both sides of the fence
I can see between the lines of supply and demand
I can see the blinks between life and death
There aren't many of us but there are more than before
Hopeful
Pushing for unity and looking for our face, our voice
We have our suspicions
But more than that we have love
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 10:24 PM UTC
Shout out to the outcasts
Your individuality will outlast
Shout out to the mediocre ones
You have talent but you don't feel good enough
Stay with it love, develop your craft and grow into the best
Here's to the underdogs,
The ones who feel they don't belong,
And for so long have been hiding away and starting to decay,
Don't settle for the nutshell and say it's just as well,
Rise higher than the tree wild and free,
They don't know who you really are don't let them take it too far,
Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 12:37 AM UTC
Are you okay,
Your breathing hard,
Maybe it's finally all sunk in,
Maybe you're losing your mind,
It's been a hard few months,
But I swear to you, me and you will be fine,
That's just what we do,
When you don't have a choice, you just live,
You do what you have to do,
All you do is fight through,
That's what we know,
Don't be ashamed of that,
We're always the underdogs,
But even the underdogs hit it big sometimes.
Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 3:44 PM UTC
As the endless and tireless yammerings of life surround me
My mind can curl up into a little ball
Even though I didn’t really need it to
Sometimes I think my mind has a mind of its own
It only asks for forgiveness
Never quite for permission
Sometimes my mind seems like it’s searching
Like an animal hunting its prey
Yet it always seems in the end
To be chasing its own tail
Like a careless curious dog
Just content to have something to do
Sometimes my mind likes to take a seat and watch the madness unfold
And place bets on the most likely winner for the day
I think it secretly likes to bet on the underdogs
I’d like to think that most of these things are broken and need fixing
But my mind knows better
My mind will think and do what I please
Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 11:11 PM UTC
I want to be the graduating
class
of we ******* made it
despite the trials and tribulations
I want to scream and throw up my cap
say that was well worth it
that those endless all nighters
the coffee *** on
my walk to class iPod on
blast songs
of inspiration
of that serious dedication
stacks of books and notes
post its and reminders
binders
spiral bound
college ruled
schooled on all
walks of life
on all types of wrong and right
all the mistakes I want to erase
and refunds for the W's and F's
what's left?
but to tell myself it's all ok.
black and blue bics
papers double spaced
**** it I want to be the best I can be
class of the underdogs
the freaks the ones who thought they'd never make it
the class of we *******
we made it.
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 3:11 PM UTC
If you have ever felt
like you're
ready to just give up.
Cause the game
you're playing in
is full of cheaters.
Full of liars.
Full of false hopes.
&You; know you're never going to make it
out alone.
Welcome to the Love Cult.
We're underdogs too.
Apr 10, 2012
Apr 10, 2012 at 7:15 PM UTC
In the morning, I awoke
to the smell of burning rubber--the bats in paradox
with their champagne necks broken,
telling stories from atop
the blisters on the celestial skin.
A sublime masochism with irises that devour events, and ribs of sunshine,
and this was the gong of the eleventh hour somewhere after four a.m.
when the mockingbirds lie bodies in strange angles,
under tracks and atop cars.
Garage underdogs howl at the fog
after self-inflicted shotgun wounds lying in the corner
of the greats things lost and the worst things gained
the bleach corrodes the bombarded sidewalk
that you almost hear smoldering, whimpering on the empathetic verge
of the ocean
where mini-stars explode, civilization ribbons coat the throats
of you pedestrians, humanitarians
all dressed and gifted
to the ****** of equivalence,'
and I am tooth drunk
on the placebo slide, carnations washed beneath the broom
clinging to morsels that ***** blue sky down on the trumpeters.
On the fall of the eleventh hour---Carpe Diem crushed by sweaty palms into ***** work
and screaming
dance parties.
How low?
He, they,
it, I, she
throw lives away like ships
slicing through the ocean, the same reckless, but disciplined authority.
Jul 31, 2013
Jul 31, 2013 at 3:52 AM UTC
My friends a pizza cowboy
My uncles a interpreter
For the grainery
My cousin lives inside
Dry mouths
and my mother
Makes fake smiles
my other cousin
sticks his pruned up
Hands in rivers of unwanted
pasta
My father makes sure
Boats do not go gently
Against the stolen tides.
I think of the underdogs
Whenever were all together
We sit on the same green couches
Durring the holidays.
The same ones that tell us
No matter what happens
Were going to be ok. We sink
And recline in the coushins
And forget about
Nine to five for a few honest hours.
While we drink and eat and lauph
Underneath the same old popcorn celings.
The same living room
Where every thing happening now
never went unoticed because
Ireland found England after
The bombs after the soccer game
Where she said (after the game)
"I want nothing to do with that *******
Are you sure about that grandma.
Better stay away from uncle george (the keeper)
He wants you to meet his friend (the forward)
Who played for the Blackburn rovers.
Sep 10, 2013
Sep 10, 2013 at 1:09 AM UTC
Sometimes I think about.
High buildings, moving cars or bridges with beautiful scenery.
I have this saviour complex, an rubix cube lover.
Destructive distractions are a pass time, I have an infatuation with underdogs.
Blowing bubbles, I like to swim against them.
Purgatory is my sanctuary.
Pain is paradise, numb to most.
Inflicting paper cuts for fun.
The caring nature of a broken soul, is a laughable misery.
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 6:20 AM UTC
here's to the misfits
and the underdogs
the ones that won't quit
and the underachievers
here's to the reckless
and the foolish
the ones with minds left to lose
and guts left to spill
Sep 11, 2013
Sep 11, 2013 at 2:19 AM UTC