“There’s nothing that you’ve ever done
That we have ourselves not begun.
I tell you this not cause I’m bragging
Or because I saw you out there tagging.
I tell you this cause old-school experience
Has taught me that youthful “delirience”
Can lead to a lifeful of woe,
So much so, that each blow-by-blow
May come at you so unrelenting
Despite all your book-smart inventing.
The visceral urge to act rashly
Becomes hard when a dumb Kim or Ashley,
Doth seem to have life way too easy.
For what? Cause they run with one Yeezy?
(Or was it Kim’s video sleazy?)
No matter. Don’t let it down-get you,
Carve out a new niche where they “get” you.
(Adopt the old acronym WETSU.)
It works in a tight spot—plus breathing.
At first, tho, it’s worse than when teething.
But patience don’t come overnite, son, by email or FedEx in flight, son
You have to get used to not losing.
Oh, and stop with this self-turned abusing!”