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