Wallowing in Yet Another Defeat

Perhaps I am just doomed for failure. Perhaps I will never defeat Hatman and Indigo. Perhaps it's my lot in life to be no more than a dog-faced-freak who occasionally makes trite, sarcastic comments and then gets beat up on by the two biggest imbeciles in the world. At least that's all that my life has amounted to so far.

Yet again, Hatman and Indigo have stopped my buds and I from completing our evil schemes. They beat all three of us up, rescued Dopey's girlfriend, AND they did it all while stuck in each other's bodies! (You'll just have to watch the latest comic if you don't know what I'm talking about)

I am truly in my lowest hour... in fact, I wrote a poem about it. I'll go ahead and share it with you (and if you make fun of it I will hunt you down, so help me!):

Musings of a Yellow-Spotted-Cow-Dog, by Glomo

With the fins of a fish and a big horses tail,
You'd think this poor cow-dog would not be so frail.
But time after time I make plans then I lose,
Now when the alarm clock goes off I just want to hit snooze.

On the outside I may look all big and all gruff,
With my sarcastic comments I may sound mean and tough,
But deep on the inside I'm secretly crying,
What you see outside is actually lying.

What can I do to get rid of this pain?
If I don't do something soon I just may go insane?
"But Glomo," you say, "You're already crazy!"
Well I'd hit you for saying that, but I'm just too lazy.

I must beat Hatman and Indigo too,
I must do it fast; I must do it soon,
Or every day I'll be more sad than before,
And soon this poor cow-dog will just be no more.


Well, that's my poem. Look for Glomo's book of poetry available at a bookstore near you sometime soon... unless I get too lazy to finish it.

-Glomo