Mr. Big Shot

Well, you made it, I admit — what you wanted, you got.
You're a "respected man" now, no question, not a blot.
You keep your distance from me — too close would bring you down —
Hanging with the mayor, doing "business" around town.

Your problems aren't like my small, cheap affairs.
Your position's so important, I swear the mirror stares
With goosebumps of terror when you walk past its face,
So rotten, so weighty, so full of pomp and space.

Mr. Big Shot — yes, you, the man with the crown.
We used to play the same games in this same old town.
Yesterday you cruised by in your fancy, shiny car,
I barely jumped out of the way — you nearly shut me down.

How's your plan to improve city life, that grand design?
Every step you take swells your bank account, just fine.
I still have your old school notebook, tucked away
With that essay I helped you write, by the way.

I read your big anniversary interview online,
Gallons of self-praise, so much oily, sickly shine.
You charmed that eager journalist — easy, like a game,
But I know what you really are, and I'm not that lame.

Mr. Big Shot — yes, you, the man with the crown.
We used to play the same games in this same old town.
Yesterday you cruised by in your fancy, shiny car,
I barely jumped out of the way, you nearly shut me down.

Mr. Big Shot — yes, you, the man with the crown.
We used to play the same games in this same old town.
I barely jumped out from under your wheels last night
And wished I had a knife to slash your tires, out of spite.

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