A Small Victory

A hierarchy Spread out on the nightstand The spirit of team Salvation is another chance A sore loser Yelling with my mouth shut A cracking portrait The fondling of trophies The null of losing Can you afford that luxury ? A sore winning But I’ll just keep my mouth shut It shouldn’t bother me But it does If I speak at one constant volume At one constant pitch At one constant rhythm Right into your ear, you still won’t hear You still won’t hear You still won’t hear You still won’t hear You still won’t hear You still won’t hear You still won’t hear