Incessant drone of failure.
You cultivate a rage within me,
for your fight is continually a fevered race to who has it worst?
I have work to do.
You vandalize my empathy.
You spit a vast vigorous venom into my face.
You win at failing and remaining in that nook.
You were destined to stay confined within your myopic view.
You deserve your pain.
It is your identity.
You were born for failure,
and you are the greatest at that, truly.