Back to the bottom
From your rise to the top
All roads lead to Gotham
Where the criminals shop
Counting the I told you so’s
Can’t erase what’s been done
Accusations and mercy flow
Dancing on my tongue
Weighing on my mind
Depleting my soul
The bitter reminders
When you can’t let it go
Excuses and blinders
Won’t give you control
When you try to rewind
Saying anything goes
Welcome back to the club
Where the losers keep climbing
No need to feel dumb
It was a matter of timing
Till you were replaced
By the last runner up
A big smile on their face
Till their fifteen are up
And if you keep at it
Odds are you’ll play again
Keep piling the shit
Until you can call it a win
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (2)
Quite the attitude showing here that we all feel from time to time.
Okay, I'll keep piling the shit until it hits the fan, lol. Loved your poem!