So, you say you did it

on your own,

and all you had to work with

was a good brain, guts, heart,

a leaky roof, Cheerios three meals a day,

a quack for a doctor, that old dentist

who left your teeth mere shadows

of their former selves, a mom and dad

who never had a enough money

or a whole lot of love,

and only one lousy stinkin’ teacher

who thought you might be worth a shit,

and yet, look at your now

 

Look what you did

Mr. Big Shot,

Know-It-All-Of-A-Sudden,

special person, Madam Glam

 

Here’s a pin for the balloon

you call a head

 

No bragging rights there