You were supposed to take on the world.
You were supposed to become the best
and the redefine what “best” even meant
by becoming better than that.
You were gonna build a culture
date a princess
rape a frog
and ten it into another princess
then watch the fight it out
in an old school diamond wrestling contest
where the gels wrestle in a big tub of diamonds
which sounds more dangerous than sexy
– but since the Ladies would be into it,
it would be fine.

You were gonna get popular.
You were gonna be important.
You were gonna be what others wants to be
with a house
and a car
and a job
and a button down shirt
and unstained pants.
What happened?
You were supposed to be something else
but you haven’t become anything at all.