I'm not sure why, but the first verse of this popped into my head yesterday, so I sat down later and wrote the rest.
Losers are the lucky ones,
When all is said and done
They don't get shot,
They don't get bought,
And no cameras watch their homes
Winners are the unlucky ones,
When all is done and through
They become well known,
And then their home,
Is on the evening news
So if you fail again my son,
Stand up and don't despiar
You'll have privacy
And your life will be
Much easier than theirs
Because us losers are the lucky ones,
We can go anywhere
And not get shot,
Or get bought
But we might still lose our hair