Will you ever try to learn
The errors of your fits
By now you should know
Not all problems can be solved with hits
When you are proven wrong
Your quick to throw a fist
When close friends get more than you
You talk badly of them, and refuse to coexist
You see the problem here is that your forty-three
Your not still in diapers, or playing with a plastic toy
You never let those around you feel happy
If you yourself don’t feel immense joy
When your day has gone bad
You make sexist, and racist remarks
You once made a waitress cry.
90% of people want you to get eaten by sharks
Hear that? Most people want you to die.
Is that how you want to be seen?
In your final days don’t you want someone by your side?
Then grow up, and grow kind
You still have time to change the direction of your tide
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