Ode to the Underdog:
He’s the one about whom people feel threatened, for whatever reason it may be;
That he’s smarter, has more hair, is a better artist, craftsman, a better swimmer in the sea.
He’s the one who’s always put down behind his back, even to his face;
Ignored, bamboozled, left-out, feeling always out of place.
This guy has his own battles to fight, trying to keep his head held high,
While everyone seems to take delight in his stumbling, failures, making him cry.
Sure this wayward man made his mistakes, said the wrong things, made some hearts ache;
Lost much in love, people whom all mattered, family, friends, mates, respect from many others.
Yet he continues to sing a sweet tune despite all of this hate,
Hoping to find a listener, a better and more compelling fate;
Rather than looking for acceptance in all the wrong places,
Seeing empty stares and all the blank faces.
“To Hell with them,” he doth say;
“I’ll find another way. Perhaps I’ll locate it on Craigslist or E-bay.”