The Fifth Man

There’s always a fifth man in the cab. The fifth man Pathetic pitiable Ignored Smoked out And the one to go out Before the ride begins The fifth man never finds a place in the cab. Find on his face The smoke’s trail Find in his look Written bold FAIL. He’s the one without a place He’s the one leaving no trace He’s the one without a room in the cab. Find on his face (though you wouldn’t care to look) the smoke’s trail of time and again failing to find a room find in his look written bold DOOM. For the fifth man there’s no space in the cab. While others win (or so they think) ends his journey before it begins. The fifth man is forever out of the race. Never makes one of four When closes the cab’s door. Find on his face Written bold LOST DEAL. The fifth man ever out of the cab Still Isn’t a fifth man By his own free will!