The end result

If your parents don’t screw you up
then you have to do it yourself.

It’s more effort- sure-
and it means you don’t got no one to blame.
The end result: you’re totally screwed
All in all, it’s just the same.
‘cept this time it’s your fault.
All Yours.

Yeah, sure you check yourself
out in a faulty mirror
of a three door car with the sticky
learner plates clinging to the front.

Make a proper mess of it.
Ruffle it and tangle it
til it’s no longer speaking your language.
Not your mother tongue.
Not anyone’s.

then you stab it.
Smack it about,
Punch it where it hurts because
in the end- you gotta be right.

You do it the wrong way
the right way
either way
any way
It’s that price you pay for it.

You don’t just get it. it’s a package deal.
Crap life, Crap relationships and Crap all to show for it.
You’re dysfunctional life that you messed up yourself.

You were always taught to be independent
do those sort of things for yourself.
Grew up a bit, just to prove it.
If your parents weren’t going to screw it up- who was?
It’s all yours.