Some people are winners,
Champions, doers,
Cheerful, successful,
Real woo-hooers.
Some people get up
At 5:00 am every day
And go run a mile,
Cut some wood, write a play.
Some people become
The world’s best at their craft.
They’re prom kings and queens
Who’re picked first in the draft.
And then there are people
Who are dumb, weak, and stout
And for self-esteems sake
They’re with whom I’ll hang out.
The Daily Travesty 