I'm A Loser Poem by Francie Lynch

I'm a loser.
I'm a loser.
And I'm all that I appear to be.

Of all the votes I have won or have lost,
There's one man I should never have crossed.
He tallied tons more than I did my friends,
I'll not admit that I lose in the end.

I'm a loser.
I'm a loser.
And I'm all that I appear to be.

They say I look and I like a clown.
My skin runs orange when I have my meltdown.
My fears of jail are too real and acute,
Any other man would self-aim and then shoot.

I'm a loser,
And I'm not the president you see.
I'm a loser,
And I'm all that I appear to be.

What I have done is the cause of my fate,
I'm old, and bald, and unstably overweight.
And so it's true pride comes before the fall,
It's also true they won't finish my wall.

I'm a loser.
And I'm not the president you see.
I'm a loser,
And I'm all that I appear to be.

(harmonica fades out)