Hating color is so lame
DNA is not the blame
If you’re a punk
Shooting junk
Or a hunk
Stayin’ drunk.
What you do with what you got
Is what makes you hot or snot
A bright star or a messy blot.
Quit hatin’ your perceived lot
Like your nothin’ but a Bot.
Don’t worry what you’re not
Show the world what you’ve got
Take a stand and find your slot!
You might win if you take the shot
But not by hangin’ on the lot
Or layin’ up in the cot
Smokin’ that funky pot
Quit actin’ like a tiny tot
Till your in that grave plot.
There is no one else to blame
If you’re not in the game.
All stories are just the same
The mirror tells the name
Of the one that’s lame.
Change that person’s fame
And get into the game!
RES 1/23/16