Sore Loser

I beat you
So you pretend that
You never cared
About winning in
The first place
How could you
Have wanted this prize
Clutched in my fierce
Grip? No, it’s childish
This wanting and taking
You have better things
To do with your time
Always in a hurry to
Look busy, to seem
More important than me
Here, have a paper crown
From me, watch it get
Ruined in the rain
That follows you around
Endlessly. Maybe try for
Something more honestly
Next time we play together