Fleeting despair
Location
Disappointment ‘round every corner
Burnt bridges unsafe to venture
No top hats like the frog of Warner
Just utter sadness, until the need for dentures
Pitiful attempts to leave the nest
Many moves, but no hits like a flincher
A list of unfruitful attempts at success
Life between 2 fingers, like a pincher
Ending up only second at best
Left stranded and broken with no hope or ambition
Starring head first at the tails of the rest
To pick myself up and crawl out of this hole
This is ultimately my mission
But despair digs into my spirit; just like a mole
However, I know that greatness has never been free
A little friction is the toll!