The loser gene has got me down,
It always seems to bring a frown.

Serving me with dread and with fear
That I will lose another near.

Having occurred often before
It seems to happen more and more.

Serving a need to help my life?
Is that reason for the strife?

Loss of friends and loss of dear ones,
Loss of planets and loss of suns.

One after another they leave
Causing me to suffer and grieve.

It must be something within me
That makes them go, you must agree.

This little gene I have inside
Forces fond friends to not abide.

If only I could slice it out
Then I would do it, without doubt.

But this loser gene is deeper,
Could not reach it with a reaper.

True enough there's a mystery
Within my checkered history.

The loser gene is but a trope,
I can't allow such loss of hope.

I reject this whole metaphor,
This false idea I deplore.

Live one's life in expectations,
Reject always false equations.

A seed becomes a new friendship,
Just give the loser gene the slip.

Now is the time to bless your schemes,
Now is the time to live your dreams.