Then in the naivete of my youth
I compared myself to other men.
I did it twice.
A thousand times.
And too many times I was left wanting.
And forced to wrestle with my dissonance.
Then the Truth.
So I am not rich.
Nor highly acclaimed
By the rest of the world.
Who says the masses determine my worth?
So, fuck them all,
The Sons Of Bitches.
Fuck them all!