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Steven Brust: “A masterful storyteller of contagious glee and self-deprecating badassery” —Skyler White

My Opponent’s Tweet

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(Posting this here so I can find it again)

A time there was when life was good
I’d greet each day with verve
I’d meet each challenge to come my way
No less than I deserved
Though adversity might slow me down
I knew that soon or late
I would triumph over life’s cruelty
I thought it was my fate.
I feel naught but bitter mockery now
In the smiles of those I meet
The light has gone from out my eyes
Someone “liked” my opponent’s tweet.

I’d thought that I had crushed him sure
With logic none could refute
That all I would receive was praise:
“You’re so brilliant, sharp, astute.”
I welcomed his so vain discourse
(So cruel is irony)
For I felt my argument so strong
All would, perforce, agree
I knew that all who saw the thread
Would know that he’d been beat
Pride goeth sure before a fall
Someone “liked” my opponent’s tweet.

That a virtual heart could be so cruel
Surpasses comprehension
Yet the evidence lies before my eyes
Trapped within my mentions
Now I tread on life’s harsh road
Each day by weary day
With bleak horizon greeting me
The sky unbroke slate gray.
Where once the wind was at my back
I trudge through gale and sleet
All Mudville shines compared to me
Someone “liked” my opponent’s tweet.

skzb

Author: skzb

I play the drum.

3 Comments

  1. Ah mon Dieu! Courage, mon ami. (Reading le Comte de Monte Cristo, I am sure one of your inspirations)

  2. There, there. Feel better. We can’t (and perhaps shouldn’t) win every battle.

  3. Uh, guys? I don’t think the speaker of this poem is meant to be skzb…

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