The Devil’s Avocado

…

I’m told that I’m born lucky
There’s no toy i can’t afford
I’ve a Bot to do my homework
and real life bodyguards
My clothes are made to measure
My folks trip over treasure
My life is mapped out for me
I just have to keep conforming
And when i grow into a man
and daddy finally kicks the can
I’ll be the king of this great land

And yet

On catching fellow schoolboys’ stares;
future doctors, teachers… truckers?
The voices in their eyes cry out, in unison

“Poor fucker”