Still Running Sore
It came in fourth
The horse you said
Would win the race
There were three other ones in front
Of the horse you put your last sou
On while you snored and snored and snored…
Age: old. Status: inconsiderable
Lump of matter, more fat than water
Surplus to requirements
Inbuilt obsolescent
Thumb-sucker; bad attitude
One of nature’s malconcontents
Think: Brando in ‘The Wild One’
On a white pogo stick.
I know the type:
Mass murderer
Who never killed
Anything in his eventless life
Never harmed a fly on purpose ‘cept
When he made you cry on purpose.
Grimbeau 