Some beggars say, don’t waste a drop!
I gave you this, I gave you that,
Don’t be sad, ungrateful brat.
I have given much, got little in return,
But I can’t get away from the scrutiny and discern.
Yes, there’s alt 1,2,3 and 4
But not as much as the rumours they’ve implored,
And how so many others fail to see,
The reason why this has to be.
Meaningless tirades and vendettas,
To get out of the spotlight, to be left unseen,
But instead receives backlash, demeaned, quarantined,
What isnt reaped cant be sown,
That’s when alter ego is made known.
The old LateCom is gone, torn, scorned at,
Nobody stops by for a tête-à-tête,
Not even for a little chat.
Skimish, tussles, whatever you may call it,
“You’re society’s misfit!”
“Be long gone, if you dare,
If you do, I do not care,”
The whole world gives a dirty stare,
“In this place you shan’t compare,”
No more brawling, if we must,
You could say ‘another man bites the dust’.