Iron and Anger

I have no regrets
in the life I live
or who I have become
How dare you look down
your pompous nose at me
sitting in your cubicle
your 9-5 desk job
living the American dream
as if
I live any less.
My pity for you,
unlike your pile of
paperwork,
is running thin
Oh how you've never lived!
Your loathe for me
is really just
all the regret
that you live with
every day.
Be satisfied as I ink you
knowing you got under my skin
I'll just charge you extra.