You'Re The Loser Poem by Paul Pruel

When you’re dread and weary
Secluded and dispirited
You found me your victim
You’re akin to a vampire
Who just awoke from a long sleep
So eagerly desirous to get
My inmost precious substance

With your deadly fingers
Mighty molars and lips
You clutched me completely
And bitten me intensely
I begged you to stop hurting me
But you did not listen
You just ignored my wish
And laughed-out-loud

After draining out my vitality
You gauged me rubbish
And then throw me somewhere
In the toilet bowl and garbage can
Now I realize living with you
Is really helpless and unproductive
But I will tell you the truth
You’ll be the loser at the end

For every tar and nicotine
That you had drawn from me
Generate great pains, misery as well
And shorten your life!