Billy got a pool cue and shined it up nice,
Learned to powder his hands and chaulk up right.
After years of planning he barged into the hall.
"Step aside boys," he shouted. "I'm better'n you all."
He won his first lag and started a good frame,
Only to proceed to lose his first game.

Billy got his ass beat from there on out,
But didn't learn humility or ever felt shame.
"I can't lose every stinkn' game that I play."
But sure enough he did and could no longer stay,
As every game he played resulted the same.
He had to give up his playing of the game.

Billy got a teacher to re-learn how to shoot.
But his teacher said, "Billy, don't be a fool.
You got no talent and and you'll get no luck."
Yet Billy didn't hear it. "I can't believe I suck!
I got to keep on tryin'. I can't be that lame!"
Billy continued to pursue his desperate game.

Billy got his ass back to the hall.
But of the games he played, he lost them one and all,
And Billy knew that it was his time to walk away.
As Billy was leaving, one of the sharps named Johnny 
Called out, "You got guts kid. I know why you came.
But you suck. So go on home. Leave this game."

And Billy was heard by some to sigh,
"Thanks Johnny. I just wish I could say
That I've been beaten by the best."

The kid enters the diner 
with intent to commit robbery 
for a few bucks at least
he figured.

It was a filthy diner 
and the man behind the counter 
was a mean old bastard
anyways.

He sat down at a stool
and ordered a coffee 
and waited, clutching his gun 
in his pocket.

The waitress came back with the coffee
along with a wink and a smile
and he forgot for a moment
why he came.

"She's kinda cute yeah know,"
he thought watching her
walk away, "I'll have to 
ask her out."

"What are you looking at?" he heard
and he looked up to see 
that mean old bastard looking
down at him.

"You're a mean old bastard," he says
and out with his gun he pops him in the face
and he watches as that mean old bastard
goes down.

He jumps the counter 
and gets his few bucks 
and on the way out he says to the girl,
"I'll see you later."

Vastly Vaster was a troll. (He reminded me of 
The Comic Book Guy; which I reminded him of many 
times to his disdain). Vastly died at his desk 
writing poetry.