Sneaking out at night to lie with your virgin girlfriend under the stars.
Seeing her face in the crowd at your High School football game.
Having a huge group of jock friends.
You never experienced any of that.
It's over. You lost at life.
Time to man up and become a provider.
Time to downsize and save for retirement.
Time to Gillette shave your face and become a mister.
Time to acknowledge that you were always destined for mediocrity.
Welcome to hell. Welcome to life.
Cleancut and American in flavour and the better for the sentiment , It's great because it hits directly home and with just enough romance to set it rolling!
Ray
Mr Keane - A great poem.
That line "Its over. You lost at life" sums up so simply & so clearly the futility of life when examined too closely.
Maybe it's best never to look back and thus avoid the heartache.
Richard
Your life was never lost
instead given a lucky break
that virgin girlfriend only lied
she was having a child
after a sex pact arranged
with the bearded devil himself.
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Jon
Wed 22nd Nov 2017 15:19
Hi
Great poem! Made me laugh out loud and think a bit too. Funny but with a touch of sadness. Great stuff.