When you’re dread and weary <br />Secluded and dispirited <br />You found me your victim <br />You’re akin to a vampire <br />Who just awoke from a long sleep <br />So eagerly desirous to get <br />My inmost precious substance <br /> <br />With your deadly fingers <br />Mighty molars and lips <br />You clutched me completely <br />And bitten me intensely <br />I begged you to stop hurting me <br />But you did not listen <br />You just ignored my wish <br />And laughed-out-loud <br /> <br />After draining out my vitality <br />You gauged me rubbish <br />And then throw me somewhere <br />In the toilet bowl and garbage can <br />Now I realize living with you <br />Is really helpless and unproductive <br />But I will tell you the truth <br />You’ll be the loser at the end <br /> <br />For every tar and nicotine <br />That you had drawn from me <br />Generate great pains, misery as well <br />And shorten your life!<br /><br />Paul Pruel<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-re-the-loser/
