An anonymous wise man once said it,
Opportunities are not for the ones that deserve it,
Not for the ones that keep their windows open and chandalier of hope lit,
Lovers are made through talking, but i play it safe wary of taking a hit,
Replaying the encounter in my head like an infatuated Brit,
Rippling a monologue of vained talk and response on repeat...
Opportunities are not for those who earn it,
Reminiscing my voluptuous array of jokes in my mind of a pit,
The countless laughs from friends alleviated their moods to upbeat,
All was required was climb on stage, do a mic test and string it,
But all to show for it is being called the funny janitor, bleak but sweet...
Because one thing is for sure despite causing opinions to split,
Opportunities are neither for those who earn it nor deserve it
But the ones that pull the trigger when the chance shows face with no clamour for it to repeat