Somebody Clipped My Wings
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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