When I was young and arrogant you told me to shut my mouth and get on with it.
I was so young and foolish, bold and bullish, kinda toolish.
Endless nights of posing, frozen, underdressed,
Obnoxious proclamations, our conversations an ignorant mess.
When I was poor and envious you told me to eat my toast and contend with this.
I was an eggy soldier, now I'm older I've got shoulders.
Hiring and perspiring that must be tiring – I wouldn't know.
Those kind of situations don't have the patience I suppose.

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