Thinking of them Cool Losers
I grew up with N school, who
Had money, girls and friends
No matter the end 2B Found N
As they always have at least
1 friend that remains hidden
Inside a pen, named §inister
Who B that left-handed fiend
But truthfully acting as our
Insane Twin, when attempting
2 blend И - & thinking Again
Of that §trange phrase which
Made an eyebrow raise: "Cool
Losers" B sounding silly & И
Absurd reality only existing
Paradoxically or И my dream§
'cause clearly them Losers R
Sinning then winning, though
I got 2 thinking of §üM∿Kind
Words from a Man wearing his
Cardigan sweater - something
About how We all already are
Winners, for only you B able
To sit at God's table, which
B Reserved by Name - so only
You may claim this seat, for
Only you be able 2 play your
God-given Name∿Game - so now
Coming back around, circling
My answer to Paradox's "Cool
Losers" 'cause they really R
Losers, no matter what can B
Found nearby on muddy ground
Nor the sound from "friends"
И the crowd that B following
The Fame, not the Game, & so
Although using their brain 2
B able 2 entertain by acting
Insane - it's not the same &
Feels like Shame, for though
They think they like you for
Your Иame, R Unaware how you
Traded away your days when Ü
Let §inister Twin§ socialize
И your place - until one day
Awakening 2 A Nü∿Ạlarm clock
Singing an unfamiliar tune &
Mirrors looking like mosaics
At least when looking 4 your
Original face inside a chase
& Trying 2 identify original
Gender, race - anything able
2 prove your face exists and
Not been erased nor sent far
Away 2 §üM~place of disgrace
After losing your court case
Only 2 find it replaced with
§inister's trace which looks
Similar, though feels out of
Place like eyes & ears being
Misplaced, yet no evidence B
Available to prove your case
For even God seems incapable
Of REMembering your öDD∿Face
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