Loser

[rowens]

I get rejected by all the girls I try to talk to.
I must be a pervert;
only a pervert would find a woman attractive.

I asked my librarian
what kind of books she likes.
"That's an inappropriate question,"
she said,
"I don't know you."

"God damn."
I said.
"Which way to the bathroom?"
And she tells me;
as if it ain't no thing.

I've asked several people
all over the world
where to find a bathroom.

I bet they never surmised
that I was planning on taking my penis out
in that public restroom
and perspiring some.

Shit.
Sometimes I even have a bowel movement
in those places.

"You know,"
I said,
"I used to have a book
I wrote myself
on these shelves;
available for anyone to check out.
If it's not here anymore,
I guess someone stole it."

"It figures."
She said.

Whatever that was supposed to
mean.

Every other book I tried to have published
was rejected
due to my overuse of the word "I".

I figure somebody needs to know
who I am,
if I ever plan on being
anybody.

[ellajam]

Every other book I tried to have published
was rejected
due to my overuse of the word "I".

I figure somebody needs to know
who I am,
if I ever plan on being
anybody.

[rowens]

It's fun to be a loser when you're drunk. It's fun screwing up like somebody in a comedy movie. But when the buzz wears off, the poems are made, the Poetry For Fun section is your only solution. This is an old poem, and I revised it a few times believe it or not.

[ellajam]

It reads well, pulled me right along. I liked the inappropriate question response, book suggestions from a librarian are surely out of line.

You could post anywhere you want to, you'd just have to be gracious about people's comments. Someone might have an inspiring idea, you never know.