The Loser and the other have been at war
Of course, the Loser is the foe
But the loser is wining, what a travesty!
He leaves no hope for amnesty
Like pawns in a game of chess,
‘L’ is on my face
Who else, but the loser within me
On my forehead, his name tattooed
But this is not only the Loser’s story, but the Other’s tale too
The loser is a beast that rules with an iron fist
Name all the villains and he would top the list
He calls himself 'D'
With a surname 'Evil'
He always speaks with a raised tone
Especially when I draw him as a skeleton
He prefers a picture with flesh and wings
‘A ring-a-ring of roses’ he sings like a dirge
The loser and the other once lived in harmony
Alas, the Loser’s smiles were all phony
They were like Siamese twins -
Borne by Her Majesty, the Queen
They shared equally like the yin and yang
But the loser wants the whole shebang
The greedy Loser is deflating the other like a puncture
Giving the other a mental fracture
Syphoning all the energy, the oomph and the va-va-voom
His triumph makes life bleak and gloom
You can call the Loser a prick or a twit
He invented Halloween’s ‘Trick or Treat’
The other is called 'Chris'
With the moniker 'T', I call him Mr Bliss
I forget his other name that starts with 'J'
It is probably 'Jovial'
Because he is always happy, in a robe and a poncho
He is the light in the dark
The fresh breeze in the park
I call him The Great Divine
His, is a beauty I cannot define
I hear he once made wine without plucking a vine
And funny enough, he cast the Loser into a swine
The other is the reason I never committed suicide
Because his love is always on my side
But blimey, he is neglected
Starved, malnourished, but never slimy
Today the battle reaches a climax
At daggers drawn, taking it to the max
I’m totally vexed
If the loser wins will you be perplexed?