New Town Boy Poem by Corey Fauchon

I came as a new boy
Considered to be 'Trash'
You were the top toy
Never had you're cash

Always trying to ut me down
Thinking you were so hot
Never realising you were a clown
You never had to take a shot

You always get what you ask
I had to fight just to survive
Never did you're own task
The boss since you were five

I made you think you won
Thought you stayed on top
Until I started to have fun
Now I rose to the top

You stopped mouthing off
You slowly crept moved away
Face long like a trough
Now the 'Trash' would stay