i do not want to sound
like a sad loser
but complaining about the world
is a decent way
to numb the personal struggle with mortality

there are these people
who can do so little
and yet what they do
is so powerful
and meaningful
and fresh

and then
there are these people
who want to be
like these other people
but just can not cut it

and they spend
unbelievable amounts of energy
to achieve
absolutely nothing

and their whole lives
amount to shit and piss they excreted
and nothing else

why would someone
at the age of twenty eight
with almost no career,
focus and daydream completely
on writing this poem
and on nothing else,
is that a loser or
winner mentality?