Hard rock begat pop-metal, and
pop-metal, glam.
I've evolved just enough to dislike who
I am.
Sometimes I should put “long-term”
before “now.”
I hate that I ask—and
don't figure out—how.
I hate that others must mind when I
shirk
'Cause I'd empty my Netflix queue in
lieu of work.
I know I should mind earthly matters,
rewards,
and respect that other folks collect
them, if not hoard,
So that my debts and my enemies don't
endlessly climb
I hate making the wrong decision all
the time.
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