Requiem of a Loser

Requiem of a Loser

Labels....

All the hatefull spitefull people in the world clamoring for their piece of the dream, but not able to obtain it because of misgiving or misdeed....

Turned sour and resentful of those with talent, money, carisma, youth....

Controling, manipulating, condisending, always ready with a put-down. Stomping on the emotionally sensitive to bring some meaning to their pitiful existance....

And all the others who have found bliss in the machine of civilization....

The machine that sucks the life and creativity out of them and robs them of individuality....

Who's life means no more than a credit card number, or the car they drive....

It is to all these people that I have been labeled a loser....

I am a loser because I choose creativity over conformity....
I choose to LIVE my life rather than plan it....
I am a loser because I choose not to worship money....
I choose not to let the machine assimilate me....

I choose this life...
I choose to associate with free thinkers and artists, musicians and poets.... some of whom mean more to me than my own family....

Losers all in the eyes of the machine....

And yet....

I do not feel as though I have lost....

I have had love in my life....
I have had life in my love....

I have seen, and been, and laughed and cryed, and shouted right out loud....in defiance of the narrow minded people....

I love the life I have and it loves me....
And if that makes me a loser than so be it....

And on my headstone will be printed....

"Here lyes a loser"

And I will wear that label proudly into eternity.

Cuzinevil

April 97

From "Dark Poems just Cuz"