Lazy Susan: A Poem For Losers

Lazy Susan

I am the hare/the one that never gets there.

The beast that toils the least.

A million beginnings.

A zero for endings.

Spinning around/twirling in place.

It’s like running a treadmill race.

Even this verse/it pays the price.

Treading old ground/covering everything twice.

Tagged as: Hare, Lazy, Rabbit