THE PROLIFIC LOSER

Where there is clatter all around,
'The hulla-baloo of subsistence.'
Each for its own cause,
All for persistance.

The mayhem of life,
the call of sustainance.

A voice for ur prerogative,
A hand for your morsel.
Is a nugget so bootless,
A wish so arid.

But then there are playmates,
Your capital for life.
Who boggle back against the hassle,
For your knuckles total 'em.


Here is something which quantifies the lines above.
The composition to follow, is the work of someone who has been an abecedary to me, n forced the dexterity, latent within my frame, to surface.
Thanks buddy..
Less you I 'ld have been another portable structure occupying mass n volume of the limited spatial reserves.


Prolific Loser

prolific loser, is that me,
how to define who is me,
to be churlish and to be sublime,
want everything at a given time.

loser because that all i hold,
was stolen or got it sold.
selling them, the things that i found,
was to be mine, it was fortune bound.

prolific was the manner i loose
so many choices, always worst i choose.

i wander on the sand of time,
in my fist i hold a dime.
this dime is painted blue,
oh tell me is that you?

prolific loser! i have lost everything.
"prolific loser", the tag stings.

oh!but if this dime, that i saved,
from this gloating world, miseries and pains.
oh! if this dime is YOU,
i am a winner who had his due.