This Poem Has No Title.

I just don't know what's wrong with me, or why I always fail.
If they imprisoned men for losing, then I would be in jail.

There was a time when I was a winner, and people thought I ruled.
Like that time in 3rd Grade when I sang Ghostbusters in school.

I reached my peak a long time ago, when I was too young.
I thought I had more songs to sing, but I guess they've all been sung.

I almost won recently, but then I went and blew it.
I was on top again for about a month, but it was over before I knew it.

I thought that I was doing well, that I could make it work.
But my Angels lost and my Demons won, now all I have is hurt.

I have things to keep me distracted, like some kick ass Star Wars stuff.
But they can't plug that hole in my soul, so it's just not enough.

I sometimes feel trapped and lost in my worlds of fantasy.
Because I want something more, and I yearn to be free.

But reality offers no rewards, only truth and pain.
It might be better to stay lost, if it means keeping sane.

I used to shine so brightly, when I was known for laughter and song.
But the flame that burns twice as bright burns half as long.

How fragile is that flame that burns to light each passing day?
I feel mine flickering in the night, and I fear it will go away.

A Manly Poem About A Manly Man - Ron F**king Swanson!!!

Here is a man we must respect, the great Ron Swanson.
The manliest man to walk this Earth since the late Charles Bronson.

He'll fight government bureaucracy, and kick it's lame ass.

With his ice cold eyes and bad ass mustache.

If the State tries to make changes, he will always resist them.
While searching for new forms of Meat Delivery Systems.

Men should follow his diet of steak, pancakes and bacon.
And reclaim the manly power that many have forsaken.

If someone needs an ass whooping, he's ready to deliver.
But he also has a softer side, when he plays sax as Duke Silver.

If you follow his teachings, it will improve your life.

But don't you ever cross him, or he will have your wife.