Tally

Some revel in their own mediocrity.
Loving their “big fish, little pond” sovereignty.

Fully satisfied in the tiniest lanes.
The grey of the middle where ugly can reign.

Hoping to blend in & that no souls will notice…
Your broad daylight blame; on the wrong things focused.

Unworthy & unowed a family crown.
You’re slow & you’re heavy & starting to drown.

All has been laid bare & the clock’s running out.
False blame & false claim can no more lend you clout.

For myself, I’d say, “It’s about fucking time.”
“Now I know I am owed for this place’s crime.”