You're Winner

By Julie Grenness

Here you sit alone,
You used to froth and foam,
Abuse of women, eh,
Talking to yourself again,
You abused alcohol and drugs,
Now you’re a winner with no hugs,
Yes, I guess that makes you a winner
of no privileges, now I’m a grinner,
Who does misogyny make a winner?
Nothing will save your morning teabag,
Fasting is good for you, dear, signed, this *******,
Now you’re thirsty again,
You’re the winner of a futile old age,
So, alcohol made you the winner,
Good day for a smile, I’m a grinner,
I’ll never be your tea lady again, grinner,
So I guess that makes who a winner!

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