AITIT from Routine by Moontrap

You were never adverse to fake
a sickening pride in everything
But golden boys always fall
from the apex of their role

Comparisons always gleaned
a bias practiced well and preened
No matter what we achieved
we never brought you to your knees
Ironic only he could please

All it takes is time, all it takes is one
But all it takes is time to be their bastard son

A remnant you installed
a rivalry to logic’s torch
It ails me just to say
sometimes I hope he fails

Our good deeds go upraised
you analyze distorted gaze
Hits the bottle enjoys the flow
and never thinks to take it slow
With his self-loathing in tow

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