The Underdog Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

A game is played to have someone lose.
What other motivation,
Would those who create games have?
And few explanations are heard,
From the one who wins.
Cheering victory has become associated,
With defeat and leaving another feeling humiliated.
Where is this 'not' a part of life?
With it understood,
To comprehend and understand,
Bragging rights to claim them...
Will not change the outcome of the game.
Nor are excuses to make for winning,
Relevant to the facts.
Unless the winner chooses to rub it in.
And so many enjoy the doing of that,
To give the challenger both purpose and reason,
For soliciting empathy from the ones willing...
Who had at one time,
Given their support to the underdog.
But it seems that underdog,
Has become too accustomed,
To expressing humility...
Some interpret as arrogance to be despised.

'You see that? '

~What? ~

'Them acting all humble,
When we know how great they are.
Not a nose is up.
And so easy they are to approach.
BORING! '

~How should they act? ~

'They should act as if
They are the thunder and the lightning.
The Sun, Moon and Stars.
I know I would.'

~Well...
Perhaps they are accustomed,
To achieving success with their efforts to endeavor.
And nothing they have done had been without sacrifice.
Or a work ethic that required a lot of stress and sweat.~

'Now...
Those excuses when admitted,
I can accept.
But giving all that 'nonchalant' business,
Doesn't excite me at all.
I want to see some ego displayed with that.'

~Why?
So you can talk behind their backs about them? ~

'Yes.
This 'humility' giving without ego expressed,
Does not make for good gossip.'