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I don’t know where resilience comes from
But it seems to be in short supply -  
There was a time when “true grit” meant something 
But for too many that idea died.

Complaining and playing the blame game 
Seems to be the new status quo -
“It’s not my fault my life’s a mess,
It’s his or her fault you know!”

Or its just dumb luck and I lost out
On every opportunity -  
Poor, poor, pitiful me,
Blame it all on my community. 

Or better yet it's those on the left
I mean really, the “Extreme” far right -
Yes, there to blame for screwing my game 
Along with my entire life.  

Don’t you see what they’ve done to me
Those evil political goons?
They’ve strapped a suicide vest on me 
Blowing my dreams up into sky blue.

They told me I could win every time 
I competed or took a math test -
“Everyone deserves to win because 
Everyone is trying their best.”

You know little Johnny got a ribbon
And I should get one too,
It's just not fair he’s better than me 
Boo-who, boo-who, boo-who!

So, it’s not my fault I’m lost in life
And can’t even find my bearings -
It’s not my fault I’m so depressed 
I lash out and resort to swearing.

At all of you and this whole world too
Filled with nothing but misery and pain - 
With a glass half empty instead of half full 
And nothing to venture or gain.

I can’t help it if I can’t tie my shoes 
Or go out and look for a job -
I tried that one time 
And nearly got robbed.  

Because the game is rigged against me
And has been from the start -
Every time I try to excel 
I get palpitations in my heart.  

Therefore, I’ll just go out and complain today 
About how I hate winter and spring -
Because birds and bees will soon return 
But somebody clipped my wings.

© Terrell Martin, 03/13/2025

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