A law degree, or heroin,
One soldier AWOL, or a vet…
The future’s often scripted,
By the best pal, last girlfriend met.
Some losers rise above their fate,
Success, the best revenge…
Some winners fail with success,
Snap under pressure, just unhinge
Dropping through the funnel,
Life screams the question why?
Some losers rise to rule the world?
Some saints doomed, first to die.
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