Sorry, not sorry
That actually made me sick
How calm and poised you may show
Yet your words are filled with arsenic

I hope this makes you happy
You’ve finally made it to the top
******, jolted, and threw your friends
Until they ruptured like soda pop

But my dear there is one thing
One thing you should know
One of these days you will realize
Your inability to grow

Because there’s more than just a job
Or your smarts and good sense
There’s this tiny thing called character
It’s unexplainable, to someone so dense

So enjoy it while you can
Enjoy the “top” you've reached
Just don’t complain when people run
After all, no one cares for a leech
And thank you once again
For revealing your true attitude
Because all it did was remind me
To never trust a dog to watch your food.