The Next In Line

The next in line
When they ran out the straight white teeth.

The next in line
as they dished up the last self belief.

The next in line
When they ran dry on artistic flair.

When they gave out muscles,
I wasn’t even there.

The next in line
When the luck ran dry.

The next in line
When they showed you how to cry.

None of that matters.

I pulled of the greatest coup,

Because I was first in line for you.