Lonesome Loser (In The Style Of A Shakespearean Tragedy) Poem by Joe Rosochacki

Lonesome Loser (In The Style Of A Shakespearean Tragedy)



Sit down, take a look at yourself
Don't you want to be somebody
Someday somebody's gonna see inside
You have to face up, you can't run and hide
(Recorded by The Little River Band)

Oh Lord it's hard to be humble when you're perfect in every way
I can't wait to look in the mirror 'cause I get better lookin' each day
To know me is to love me, I must be a hell of a man
Oh Lord it's hard to be humble, but I'm doin' the best that I can
(Recorded by Mac Davis)

And so its true pride comes before a fall
I’m telling you so that you won’t lose all
(recorded by The Beatles)

Belichick, oh Belichick where art thou Belechick?
Belichick hath gone before the game endeth,
Dost he haveth the thought of the wretched Eli pithing his defense into penultimate
minutes, Before the duel has been brought forth to its final conclusion?
Belichick where art thou?
Nay, t’was it too humble to be before the audience of monumental proportion,
To see thee wallowing in anguish as the final second in the competition,
Before Sir Manning would commence his final genuflection,
Manning as it be, was crowned MVP.
And the Seasonus Perfectum had been brought down,
Not withstanding thy final bow. Belicheck, oh Belichick where art thou?
Not thou, the cascading Gatorade would find its mark.
But the FOX reporter, he did learneth about thou and thus cornered thee in the locker room, Belichick dost thou artfully, gracefully lose?
Maybe thou was not in the mood to face questions,
Concerning a malfeasance called spygate,
Though thou were fined $500,000 dollars for thine activities,
To ask question 'tis never too late. Belichick dost thou seek in isolation a condolence?
Be it not so, thy attitude shown like pitch, the darkest black of the evening sky.
Belichick, thou hath kinned thyself to Goliath in the minds of many people,
Only to broughteth down by a David, by a Giant from New York, called Eli.

Now the Super Bowl endeth, ye has to answer to the question of spygate,
'Tis not fair in all the land, Belichick dost thou seek the upper hand,
To secretly capture the opponent’s calls, dost ye seek the border on being a cheat.
Enough is enough the NFL should say to thee,
NFL will admonish thee because they are so irate.

Belichick hath done a number on page Matthew Walsh,
The page hath been scorned by Sir Belichick,
Sir Belichick said Page Walsh’s services were dismissed,
For the page’s work was undesirable.
Page Walsh met with the malevolent Duke Arlen Spectre.
Duke Spectre convened a groups of Dukes malevolent damage to the sport admitted by Sir Belichick, dost he hath waived his defense rights,
Another Duke, Roger Goodell, levied the fine of substantial proportion,
Against Sir Belichick for his indignation.
And his team cohorts a pricey sum.
And the first round draft pick of the new and emerging knights.

(2-22-08)

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