Ode to the underachiever

There are certain things, with which I've come to terms,

Oppertnities missed, to get baked with Fern,

I chose the squat,

I chose pot,

I chose to sit and write and rot,

A richer poverty,

A societal robbery,

I am the enemy

 

I picked love and sorrow and plague,

I chose to be perpetually vague,

I burnt my name, and ran away,

I shunned the sun, and embraced the grey,

I found the lord, in a glass pipe,

I ate the fruit that never knew ripe

 

I survived the life that was not lived,

I endured the love that doesn't forgive,

I traded diamonds for stained jade

 

If only I had got an A..