The lights never went on for me
but there's a glow I can almost see
each of us might just turn out to be
A bombastic tabloid banging celebrity
I got rebuked for denying the hype
For picking sores complaining of cramp
Harvesting the fruit too late or unripe
For each mistake or misdeed a month behind
Observing the ones who knew how performance worked
getting ahead effortlessly and taunting my quirky
This child knows to study and never shirks
permission for accolades for exclusive perks
And yet the overachiever looks out his window
pondering the freedom of the pedestrian dunce
coveting that happy go lucky jolly swagger
That devil may care so unambiguous in the laggard
The cheerful brat deprived of discipline
wrecking those few precious opportunities
While the young overachiever
Checks each with absolute scrutiny
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