The first didn't have the right face
To enter your desired place,
To do what both of you wanted to.
The world chose him instead of you.
The next was too old for the job,
With hair and clothes that said “slob.”
He embraced a taboo label
That most would keep under the table.
In other years, he would be toast.
In your year, he kept it too close.
The third was nothing less than wrong,
A human show ordered by gong,
The wrong color for anything,
Could say the wrong thing just
breathing.
Everyone said you were a lock,
That you could just run out the clock,
That the game was no more in play,
and Mr. Wrong won anyway.
Next time, commit the lesser sin.
Just pack it in.
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