Judge a loser...how could you. 
For what is the contest but Life?
Your ideals, needs, wants of others rub off on you... 
Now you part of the superficial contest too... 
Your body, weight, looks are judge measured by someone else
Your car, house, clothes are used as tools 
for this superficial, non factual entity
Yet you circum............
To the unhappiness of never finding you, 
in this maize of superficiality created
By us...to destroy us
The loser remains, for him life has become a winner after all
You dropped out, they call. Man whispering to the next
This madness they proclaim is the best.
The signs that says loser... you’re not worthy... 
are rape in the clothes you wear,
Your car you drive and where you’re live.
Joyous they are for you loser lost the campaign

Smiling, glowing you turn your head for won you have
Freedom...to be you. Just the simple you
Your life is peaceful, happy and free
They say you mad always grinning always laughing
Life you have won....
Loser you will be
But
Winner you are for simple people like

Me