Failure Envy Poem by Dead Beat Poet
Failure Envy
I wish it didn't matter,
but it really just does.
To believe in me now,
nobody does just because.
The pretense to failure,
of course there is more.
They all have envy,
but say they adore.
Behind my bare back,
they talk and they plot.
It's all just because,
I like to smoke pot.
My relationships are fragile,
no matter my wants.
I am no more important,
than their favorite fonts.
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