By Austin B. Hahn
You never accomplished much of anything
Your lack of achievements are the result of you boasting about your so-called “glory” days of yesteryear
Daddy didn’t love you enough
Mommy didn’t appraise you enough
You were too dumb to be appreciative of what you did have anyway
You have a reputation for being as bitter as the apple cider you drank when you were prom queen
The stench of your nasty personality can be smelled further away than that football you threw at the championship game
Now you’re stuck making forty thousand dollars a year trying to support your children who you can’t stand because they robbed you of the life that you wanted to live
Meanwhile, you glare at the the TV screen, sitting on your ass as you eat, continuing to get fatter
You chug along through the daily grind, but you don’t care to experience much life outside of your mundane routine
As soon as you hear about someone else’s success, you’re quick to attribute it to an unscrupulous act
You would rather bring someone down than celebrate them
Don’t come shitting on my parade
Just because my life is well now, doesn’t mean it’s been a fairy tale
Even then, suffering is not a prerequisite for permission to live a good life
Because of bitches like you, I have to be vigilant
Like a parent watching their kid, I have to watch over my success to make sure that you don’t sabotage it
You’ve exhausted the time of your life by trying to take away the years of others
Funny how you look back, and you realize you’ve left nothing behind
No mark of yours to leave on the world
All you’ll ever be is forgotten