I am happy for all those who do well
I am not a petty man
I am not one who sees others have success
And belittles it
Even though it is undeserved
Even though they are self-centered, love-sponges soaking up their own fluids until they burst
Even though their achievements are shallow and will not stand the test of time
Like mine will
When I finally have them
No!
No!
No!
I respect these hypocrites
These two-faced jackals who suck at the teat of enterprise
And use decent folk
Like myself
As rungs in their ladder of ambition and derisiveness
Good on you!
All the best to you sneering, superior, privilege-flatulating pomposities
And now
That I have reached a certain point in my life
I have just one question to ask
Could you give me a job?