by Richard Meyer
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Deranged, incompetent, irate,
the loser won’t admit he lost.
Refusing to accept his fate,
he’ll lie and cheat at any cost
and even wreck the ship of state
while claiming he’s been double-crossed.
But he’s defeated, shamed, undone.
The unrelenting countdown clock
keeps dropping digits one by one.
He cannot stop the tick and tock.
He’s out of time. His end has come,
a failure there’s no hiding from.
He’s squeezed inside an hourglass,
dissipating grain by grain.
The dwindling moments come and pass,
and nothing of him will remain.
His legacy and final brand
will be a little mound of sand.
Richard Meyer’s poems have appeared in various publications, including Able Muse, The Raintown Review, Think, Measure, Light, TheNewVerse.News, Alabama Literary Review, and The Evansville Review. He was awarded the 2012 Robert Frost Farm Prize for his poem “Fieldstone” and was the recipient of the 2014 String Poet Prize for his poem “The Autumn Way.” A book of his collected poems, Orbital Paths, was a silver medalist winner in the 2016 IBPA Benjamin Franklin Awards.
