No Longer A Sucker

Once I rode on a wagon of sorrow,
Full of sorrowsucking sorrowsuckers.
And I was one, I'll have you know,
Of those depressing little fuckers.

I longed for this and I longed for that.
I longed for her like a bright-eyed gnat.

And I sat in place on the bumpy ride
Loathing myself for inadequacy.
For I thought I just could not hide
My sorry lack of tenacity.

Then I fell off and it sure did hurt,
When my face was buried in the goddamn dirt.

But when I looked up the wagon was gone,
So I stood and whirled around.
There was a road and it looked fun,
So I decided it was homeward-bound.

I danced to the left, and shuffled back right,
Then skip-started my journey with pure delight.

Now I walk a road of my choosing,
I walk this road for myself.
For there is no sense in losing
My loyal, dependent sense of self.

I walk the line, this is true,
But please believe, it's not for you.