11-22-2012, 10:07 AM
Just came up with this fifteen minutes ago. It's slightly dark and hopefully comedic. A bit of a Work in progress obviously, as is everything I've posted here and yet to finish. I'll be back on tomorrow to read and give feedback for others as I've been slacking lately. Hope you enjoy.
F for Life.
If life were graded I'd be given an F,
And I'd wear it on display, stapled over my chest.
I've failed so many times now
it's something I've perfected.
I've been rejected, told I'm detested.
Tried to rob the bank that took my house.
Those cunts got bonuses, I got arrested.
I've fallen piss drunk face down in the gutter.
It's comfortable there,
Like being wrapped in a cover.
Failure is yet to let me down.
It stood its ground,
even when,
success came around.
My life is nothing but an empty carriage,
It moves aimlessly with no expectations,
Just like my third marriage.
Life has made me bitter not better.
And while others danced in the rain,
I stood still and only got wetter.
If success is a distant spit of land
then the I'm the poor sod,
holding onto a log,
trying not to drown.
Perfected I tell you
It's now a fine art.
Why not try again you ask?
Work harder and be smart.
I don't need to feel any smaller.
And I'm so good at this failing nonsense
Why should I bother?
And what a waste it would be,
I've gotten it down to tee.
I've even managed to fail at failing
Take the time I tried hanging myself
I tied that knot good and tight to the railing
The next thing you know it snapped
And I'm on the ground wailing.
As we can see I was never one for over achieving.
But I'm alright with that now,
Because as it turns out,
it's the only reason I'm breathing.
F for Life.
If life were graded I'd be given an F,
And I'd wear it on display, stapled over my chest.
I've failed so many times now
it's something I've perfected.
I've been rejected, told I'm detested.
Tried to rob the bank that took my house.
Those cunts got bonuses, I got arrested.
I've fallen piss drunk face down in the gutter.
It's comfortable there,
Like being wrapped in a cover.
Failure is yet to let me down.
It stood its ground,
even when,
success came around.
My life is nothing but an empty carriage,
It moves aimlessly with no expectations,
Just like my third marriage.
Life has made me bitter not better.
And while others danced in the rain,
I stood still and only got wetter.
If success is a distant spit of land
then the I'm the poor sod,
holding onto a log,
trying not to drown.
Perfected I tell you
It's now a fine art.
Why not try again you ask?
Work harder and be smart.
I don't need to feel any smaller.
And I'm so good at this failing nonsense
Why should I bother?
And what a waste it would be,
I've gotten it down to tee.
I've even managed to fail at failing
Take the time I tried hanging myself
I tied that knot good and tight to the railing
The next thing you know it snapped
And I'm on the ground wailing.
As we can see I was never one for over achieving.
But I'm alright with that now,
Because as it turns out,
it's the only reason I'm breathing.