So hotshot,

you say you did it

all on your own

We’re certain your family

must be very proud of you


And all you had to work with

was a good brain, guts, heart,

a leaky roof, Cherrios 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 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 you now


Well, here’s a pin for that big balloon

you call a head


Didn’t you know that more than

half of life is pure luck, good or bad?

You didn’t earn all that

You just got lucky


No bragging rights there