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