LOSER

                                                                                                                       I AM A LOSER   IN                                                                               THE RACE OF LOVE…

All of the others have passed me at one time or another.

I see tail lights, bumpers, and smell their exhaust.

Is there any hope of even finishing?

I keep thinking that just up ahead there will be crashes and everyone else will be dead.

Then I can win the race to the finish.

Why think it’s at the expense of the others that I must win?

Mine is the saddest excuse for a life that anyone ever had.

Me and the I, that I once knew are all feeling very sorry, for ourselves, of course.

Fuck you for listening.

JAW

5/15/11