Winning

I had sex once or twice, was good while it lasted.
Had a couple of drinks but never been plastered.
I've not been abroad
there's not any point,
I can do what I want at home.

I've spent all my life making art no-one looks at
and striving and learning, it's a thing to throw books at.
and I see little shit-heads
without talent or brains or skill or anything up there
make a seemingly fortune
and be seemingly happy,
the bastards, oh well,
but I'll beat them one day.

And I dream of love
and my queen and a home,
but I'll never afford to live anywhere alone
and I'll die obscure and mad
but a genius
and one day historians will praise me.

So I've won, in a way.
I've won the great race.
I've won the great battle.
All over the place.
I've beaten the rats
and the cats in the cradle.
I've beaten the system
as best as I'm able.
I've won.
Do you hear?
I'm famous and loved!
And happy and glad
and well balanced and mad,
as buddha.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.