I am a loser but only part-time;
other-time, there are those who know
I am dependable and true,
other-time, there are soft lips to greet my own
and kiss, slowly gliding the slope of my neck
and coasting past my
bellybutton.
I am a loser but only part-time;
only the time I sell for others.
In the time I keep for myself,
well,
hell,
has anyone ever won so much
in so few hours?