A writeoff

You bit the hand that fed you

And you bite the hand that helps

And now I too am giving up ‘cuz

I’ve got better things to do with myself

Sorry to say

I tried in my way

To help you out

Got hit in the mouth

So you’re a writeoff baby

Just go to hell

You talk of integrity

But what have you done lately?

Talk of ownership

When you barely contribute

You just sit at home

All on your own

Sleep the day

And at night you drone

On the wrongs done to you

And your dreams that were broken

Repeating ad nauseum

Repeating things unspoken

Tied to myths of the past

Living vicariously to the last

What have you done lately

where is your acclaim and cash?

Sorry to say

I tried in my way

To help you out

Got hit in the mouth

So you’re a writeoff baby

Just go to hell