I didn’t get where I am today
by grit & grind. I went astray
whenever the slightest chance occurred,
which makes the end result absurd –
vast house, fast car, posh wife, high pay.
Yes life’s unjust. Hip hip hurray!
The straight and narrow’s yesterday.
Here’s to the Zeitgeist which conferred
where I am today.
I daydreamed half my life away.
Did drink, did drugs. But screw fair play –
I slept around, I lied, I erred,
my better self I massacred.
Do I deserve to be (no way . . .)
where I am today?
First published HQ 42