Your Wasted Life

You always chased those fleeting highs 

Whatever shiny coin you saw 

Or thought you saw, in shade 

And also failed to recognize 

What sadly was your fourth-worst flaw 

By you, bad dreams are played.

You did poor work in many roles 

Most damnably: Your children’s dad

Just as they walked, you ran 

To follow vague, imagined goals 

And squandered every chance you had 

To be a better man. 

Your one consistent trait was that

Besides your shockingly short sight

You had no moral pride. 

You claimed you wished to be a cat

Who lacked all human sense of right.

We’re lucky that you died.