King Of Nothing

Do not say my name—you’ve lost the chance,
Your parenting skills? A tragic dance.
You’ve failed so hard it’s almost art,
A masterclass in a broken heart.

Disloyalty oozes like cheap cologne,
You’re a king of garbage on your paper throne.
A father? Please, that’s rich, I’d say,
You phoned it in, then ran away.

Something’s cracked in your tiny brain,
Your ego’s loud, but it’s all in vain.
You fear me ’cause I outgrew you fast,
While you stayed stuck in your sad, dumb past.

You judged us all like a courtroom king,
While doing, well, not a single thing.
Your “love,” if we’re calling it that today,
Was reserved for one—you threw us away.

A hypocrite wrapped in self-made lies,
Your crown of BS is quite the prize.
Congrats on ruling your kingdom of air,
Where you do nothing—sit and stare.

It’s funny, though, how much you suck,
That you hate me for building my own luck.
You saw me stand while you stayed small,
And wow, that jealousy says it all.

You loved her? Sure, in your lazy style,
By watching her drown all the while.
Even her kids, the cries they gave,
You shrugged them off—so strong, so brave!

Oh, but please, you claim you're smart,
With "proof" that’s older than cave art.
A genius living rent-free, how quaint,
Your pride’s the masterpiece you paint.

You are nothing, a hollow name,
A burnout looking for someone to blame.
Don’t speak my name; don’t waste your breath,
Your legacy’s failure—that’s your death.

And so I laugh, as you bear your curse,
A lifetime trapped in your own sad verse.
Do not speak my name—it’s mine,
I’ll thrive while you decay in decline.