Dear Honourably Fictional Reader,
Welcome to the island of misfit toys
Home of the heavenly hell-bent
Dump for all the good girls and boys
Who never found out where you went.
Take a left at the curb of puberty,
Go straight and narrow when you hit the alcohol and drugs;
Then you’ll hit counselling, far as the eye can see;
Make sure you survive. Hugs, not drugs.
Then you reach your nine-to-five,
You gotta stay alive!
When you reach the end of your life,
Remember you had no strife.
The only question is whether you existed or merely lived;
The only answer lies in what you did.
You’re on the island of misfit toys;
Passed over by the good girls and boys-
But you lived.