Excuses

My uncle was a bit of a pervert, And my mother was a bit of a drunk. My father was kicked out of the convert, So this is when my grades started to flunk. Of course my dyslexia would not help, And my teachers could not teach anyway. My parents can’t understand how I felt, I’m just not as smart as those kids far away. So you see, this is why I’m not famous, A series of unfortunate events. It’s a sad part of life that’s enormous. It meant my downfall, oh don’t you forget. “Stranger, I’ll give you a tip that I’ll not repeat,” “Was that excuse for victory, or for defeat?”

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