Spine, literally and morally flexible.
Mother passed down grace and the conceptual;
Father, taught me the questionable ethics.
Both sides promoted business-related academics.

They say after regret, success takes stage;
Mine were marbles, a childhood wage.
Bestowed in Your glory, bagged tripping bait,
Young and daft, I let them meet a dust-ridden fate.

I'd have built Your dreams in Wayward Heights,
Thought my hands could forge Your glorious rites!
Application fell below the 98.7% acceptance rate;
Denied! Left loitering- a waitlister's fate.

Called upon Justyn for rejection's grace;
Alive, he buried me- spade to face.
Now Death and graves, they call my name,
A trauma bond, my sacred maim.

I pledge my allowance and mortal mirth,
To sow mischief and mayhem; a Wineapple's worth.
Should failure strike, I'll bow and grin;
For regret, they say, is where we begin.

Should You reject me, my only plea:
May my pigeon coat an overall singlet be.
In tones of grey and finely feathered,
So my soul remains Seamstress Mafia tethered.

Rah-rah-rah,
Crimes, crimes, crimes!
Let's rough up some questionable mimes.

Penned by my hand on the 13th of Glacian, in the year 988 AF.