The mighty worthless loser me.
I’m so worthless
That even writing or typing
This was also a big thing for me
I’m like that son of the king
Who got everything
But not because he earned it
But because he had it because of
Something his forefathers has done
All he ever had was just luck
And now even his luck is taking off
The sad truth is that he now understands
That he is worthless
And that is the worst feeling out there
He thought of himself as a big man
Who had all what he thought he had
It included power, knowledge, courage
Fame, the master of the game and also name
But in reality all he ever was, was a shame
A shame in the name of his race
A shame in the call of the man
In reality he is a joke of a topic
And all those he thought was wrong
And fear him were actually the true winners
And he on the other hand is just out there
Like any other loser another one.
Or was he the only one who was such a loser?
If so then he maybe finally succeeded.
He succeeded in being unique. In being a winner.
As he won being the greatest. A greatest loser!
This is the story of “The mighty worthless loser king” because he even fails at losing as well. Even loss regrets being with him. Such is the story of me.