I’m for the guys who <br />Install super-charged V-8 engines <br />In old Volkswagen beetles <br />And beat out the muscle cars at the light <br />Winning while looking bad, <br />Winning while laughing silently <br />At the pointless contest. <br /> <br />But the guys I’m really for <br />Are the ones lying on couches <br />And unmade beds <br />With books that take them <br />On drag races up <br />To the cosmos dripping with <br />The calculus of infinity, <br />The guys who sit reading in the <br />Secluded seating areas <br />Bending the jail bars and escaping <br />Into the light of a bird’s eye view of all things, <br />The guys that can afford to laugh out loud <br />Because they have heard the best jokes in the world <br />And know that they are living proof of the punch lines.<br /><br />Michael Philips<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-guys-who-win/
