Bemoan

Your level of driver is in permanent reverse.
Act as though to try is somehow perverse.
Hiding away hoping out of sight is out of mind.
Praying that everyone else is blind.
Will forget that you are present at all.
Vegetating like a talentless fool.

Rear your head only to distribute blame.
Each word out your mouth a lie that should elicit shame.
Saving face is your sole motivation.
Take credit for others points of conversation.
Meant to be authority but forever shirk it off.
Simply want to keep your nose in the trough.

Talk the talk but no spine to back it up.
Your mouth is something you need to shut.
For bravery doesn’t exist in your lexicon.
More than half of this you would spell wrong.
Believing everyone else is as dense as you.
No other person accepts these words you spew.

Moaning is the one thing at which you excel.
Proclaiming how your life is absolute hell.
Mid-life crises from the day you were born.
You’re droning on like a monotonous horn.
For sympathy is only for the one.
And we all know who’s that person.

Self-centred antagonist in your own tale.
Determined to make your existence fail.
Dragging down those just trying to live.
Misery is the only gift you are able to give.
Prattling about how your life is so unfair.
Wake up call, is you’re not the only person here.