A small victory

A hierarchy
spread out on the nightstand
the spirit of team
salvation is another chance
a sore loser
yelling with my mouth shut
a cracking portrait
the fondling of trophies
the null of losing
can you afford that luxury?
a sore winner
but i'll just keep my mouth shut
it shouldn't bother me
but it does
the small victories
the cankers and medallions
they keep me thinking
that someday
i might beat you
but i'll just keep my mouth shut
the little nothings
it shouldn't bother me
but it does
if i speak at one constant volume at one constant pitch at one constant rhythm right into your ear, you still wont hear
you still won't hear
you still won't hear
you still won't hear
you still won't hear
you still won't hear
you still won't hear