The Little Guy

The Little Guy he doesn’t win
He has a kind heart but that won’t swim
Swim in this World full of hatred and folly
Gee golly I wish he would win.
Fate and despair conspire against him,
World events spiral out of control,
Yet he longingly hopes for a better
Place where his pace sets the tone.
Tone, like an iPhone, where his life is an app,
Apt to take him places to change: a winning place.
No, he is the Little Guy, he won’t win.
The Little Guy is you, through and through.

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