babe,bucky,buckner,boone

the perennial loser
walking alone
head down
october has no more
electricity

just cold and dark

the perennial loser
under control by another
under seige
from the force of the world

hope is always looming
mocking him at arm's length
every time he swears it off
hope lets up another inch

so then his eyes brighten
and he lets in another chance
sucess is always fleeting
but this is just a curse

another shot slipped away
egos shot between the eyes
again he hangs his head
this perennial loser
in this sad, olde, towne