By everyone, I have been reprimanded
Set out to face a world so cruel
To be called as useful as a pile of stool
A reckless fool, I have been branded
By myself, on Earth I’m stranded
I was once thought of as very cool
Smoking weed and skipping school
Saddened by the chances I could’ve landed
No work ethics, can’t succeed in life
From all my guilt, I have to atone
Epic failure, I have no wife
So poor I cannot afford a phone
Everywhere I go, I’m followed by strife
And as such, I’m suicide prone
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