January 5, 2020
I am a grown-ass man,
So let me do all I can
To take care of myself
And everyone else
Who relies on me, my good man.
Shut up and get off my back
‘Fore you give me a heart attack
With your constant nagging
And ceaseless bagging
Of my habits front and back.
You’ve only the vaguest clue
Of what I commonly do
And say that makes me
What I chance to be,
Yet here you are, out of the blue
To correct me every which way—
In all that I do and say—
Telling me that I’m wrong.
Well, guess what: So long,
For I know how to make my way.
You don’t think I hear or see
What else I can possibly be?
You don’t think I know
How I can grow
Into an even better me?
You don’t think I know my flaws
And take frequent moments to pause
And reflect how I can
Become a better man?
Well, I do, so stop clacking your jaws.
You don’t think I take pride in
Securing a moral win
By aiding those in need,
No matter how they bleed—
No matter the condition they’re in?
You don’t think I can take care
Of my loved ones here or there?
You don’t think I have heart?
Pal, don’t you even start!
Your brow-beating’s going nowhere.
You don’t think I have any brains
To help me secure any gains—
To use the right tools
Or keep from playing fool
To others? You must be insane.
You don’t think I have the spine
To go out and fulfill dreams of mine
Or confront my fears?
Because news flash, dear:
You know not any life of mine.
Much hardship I’ve had to survive,
At times barely feeling alive,
With ignorance and hate
Piling high on my plate,
Never knowing if I’d ever thrive,
Even with all my talents intact,
Merely hoping to get back on track,
Yet by sheer force of will
And a touch of skill,
I managed to pull out of the black,
And through it all, I’ve learned a lot
About giving it all I’ve got,
No matter my place,
No matter the pace,
For this world’s full of ill-mannered sots,
And I’ve no desire at all
To allow my morals to fall
To those of the scum—
Be they blowhards or bums—
Who’d pinned my back against a wall
Or otherwise surrounded me
When success I could but hope to see..
I’ve seen the worst—
The wretched and the cursed—
Both of which I swore I’d never be,
And I learned what to and not to do
To see myself in this life through,
And I refuse to let
Further foes make me fret
And become them, so back off, you!
I’ve a legacy to fulfill—
All the more to keep out of the swill—
And loved ones to support,
So dare you not report
Your remarks or commands to me, shill.
I’m done with your kind from hereon.
That in mind, kindly move along
While this ambitious man
Does all that he can
To live out his calling from now on.
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