The Life and Times of a Wtf-ing bastard...

I battled to grasp when it mattered,
The stubborn Rub of the green
The look-ins fleeting by
Surprisingly alien as things have been.

Me giving up would mean
The effort was insincere
Someone telling me to stop
As if I had nothing to heir

Endeavored, awkward,
Embarrassed, exposed,
Silver lining, the dark cloud, all floored!
Time is plenty for all these to corrode!

Obscene, Careless, heedless and Stupid,
For, I never amassed all that “crap”
For me to think and you to believe
Again all this boils down to that very grasp!

I may have lost the battle
But subsequently, will win the war!

I say " What the Fack?! "