It isn’t that I always lose,
And yet I say I do
To show that life’s no pleasure cruise
To passengers and crew.

Instead, it’s like a dreadful sail
Through tempests, squalls and storms;
It’s little wonder that I fail;
That’s one of breathing’s norms.

And so I seek opponents out
Against whom I must yield
Because I’m not in any doubt
Who’s weakest in the field.

And, when I end up last again,
It satisfies a burning yen.

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