'That Certain B*****d'!

Frustration!

Did you ever know someone who pissed you off, because

you couldn’t beat them, at anything? ‘Talent is as talent does!’

That makes no sense, but neither does their always-success.

It’s just a mystery, and forever shall it remain, I guess!

A thorn in your side, an irritating b*****d, a whopper pain in the a*s!

They’ll always come in first"you’re relegated to finish last.

“That Certain B*****d"not again!” as he rips out your heart,

and your screams of anguish can be heard from space, as he tears you apart.

‘That arrogant prick!, you yell, as he does the impossible, yet again,

there’s no joy in Mudville as he single-handed, steals another win.

“Why, why, why?” you yell at the offending television screen.

“There must be something I can do,”"can you see possibly see what I mean?