Poem

Hello sir, remember me?
I’m the man you thought I’d never be.
The boy who you reduced to tears,
The lad called «;thingy»; for six whole years.
Yeah that’s right, my names bob,
The one who landed the popstars job.
The one who you told: «;
Look don’t touch»;
The Kid who wouldn’y amount to much.
Well I’m here, and you’re still there
With your fake sports car and receding hair

Dodgy, farout trousers that you think are smart
Married to the woman that teaches art
Married to the life
Married to the school
«;
I want to sing and dance sir»;
Now who’s the fool?
Sing and dance, you thought I was barmy
«;
Settle down thingy, join the army»;
And who were you to tell me this
The dream I want I’ll have to miss
Sir is god, he’s been given the right