Irony Is Your Strong Suit

Don’t tell me I didn’t try hard enough when trying was never an option.

Don’t tell me I’m coasting through life when you want me to fail.

Don’t tell me to suck it up when you throw the punches.

Don’t tell me I’m too fat when your favorite politician weighs more.

Don’t tell me I’m too stupid when your IQ is in the toilet.

Don’t tell me I’m behind in life when you take a shortcut to get ahead.

Don’t tell me I need to step up my game when I score last place anyways.

Don’t tell me to ask her out when she’s too scared to accept a man’s love.

Don’t tell me to get a job when the boss can’t wait to fire me.

Don’t tell me to get out of the house more often when I have nowhere to go.

I could have been the best thing to ever happen to this world.

Even if this world never wanted someone like me.

Someone different, someone who cared, someone who loved.

But mediocrity keeps the machine going.

Silence keeps the gears from gumming up.

I’m sorry I didn’t fit into your economic plan.

But at the same time, you never let me in to begin with.

Irony is your strong suit, having a soul is not.

Stay in your lane, as you always say.

Yet your military tank takes up the entire highway.

Don’t tell me I’m too sensitive when hearing the truth makes you squirm.