With tears
staining your
cheeks,
you look
so small.
*
You’re the
king of nothing,
I hope you fall.
*
You should
cut your losses
and walk away,
But I don’t think
you ever hear
a word I say.
*
Oh, look,
you’re crying
on the floor.
I’ve seen it all
and I want more.
*
You’re a sore loser,
whining all night.
Yelling at some shadows,
giving me delight.
You’re a sore loser,
screaming up at the sky.
Your ego’s broken,
oh my my my.
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Damn. Who is this about. I want to ask. I am okay without an answer. I love the mischievousness of this poem. The photo is very fitting too. Quite the irony there. 🤗❤️
Hahahahahahaha unfortunately, there's so many people like this. Loved your poem!
You are not a sore loser you are whom you are supposed to be at any given time and maybe you will be a sore loser once in a while who knows.