Tom

Someone send me a poem. Purely fictional of course.

Tom was stucked in a lane for 45 minutes
When he could normally pass it at 10
Traffic jam, when he's already late
Thinking about what he is rushing for makes him sick

Never been late for 5 months
Once he did it, he was treated like a cunt
In this line, it's so true when they say
You are only as good as your last job
Does he need to suck cock to get to the top?

What can he do when he's never done it before
Stop comparing him to the other darling boy
There's a reason why he's the darling to begin with
Not to mention he has never done it before

It's not Tom's fault when everything went missing
Do you think he enjoys it when everyday bising?
Now he is guilty if the sun rise from the east
Stop harassing him, fumes in his mind rising like yeast

He does all the running around like an overpaid runner
All he did was crap, crap and crap
He is not even included in anything 'important'
Makes him feel useless, almost impotent

He has no choice but to go on
Nobody to blame but himself
He wanted it oh so badly, and now he has everything.
What does a person who has everything deserve?
Nothing