Childish with your world view.
So much junk do you spew.
Obsessed with being right.
Far too eager to pick a fight.
But it doesn’t have to be that way.
Just leave the past where it does lay.
Digging it up does nothing of use,
And it might just become a noose.
Tighten until all you do is choke.
All while punishing normal folk.
Adolescent and stubborn too.
Pity you won’t let it go.
Pouring over every detail.
Desperate for an excuse to declare fail.
But it doesn’t have to be that way.
Just leave the past where it does lay.
Digging it up does nothing of use,
And it might just become a noose.
Tighten until all you do is choke.
All while punishing normal folk.
Adult in the vaguest definition.
Departed so we’re under suspicion.
What a strange way to exist.
Spending every moment miffed.
But it doesn’t have to be that way.
Just leave the past where it does lay.
Digging it up does nothing of use,
And it might just become a noose.
Tighten until all you do is choke.
All while punishing normal folk.
Is that a legacy worth giving?
Think you should do some thinking.
Yet I know you won’t even try.
Too busy attempting to stem supply.
If it’s too fatal and flawed,
Why are you even bothered?
Maybe it’s cause your words are a lie.
Saddened by this but goodbye.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 