Be the one

I'm the product of misspent youth -

The inconsistant conundrum of truth -

The lie that's held within such lips -

A mouth that knows not when to quit!

I'm the angry young man, thirty years past -

Winner that always comes in last -

Sole survivor, on the run -

My patience belies this mask and gun.

I'm the old school that never made the grade -

Young cool, somehow turned up lame -

The opposition opposing you, where, opposits might never illude.

I wish for hope then hope to fail, yet, fail this too, to no avail.

Shiny penny all dulled down -

Cardboard cut-out of a scary town -

Black and White in a world so bright -

This what you want? Baby, I just might.

Be the one.