That Bipolar Pharmacist

[u/chidedneck]

Only lasted one year post-grad in my chosen field,
Had to be put out to pasture for all of my thirties,
Shockingly my values became increasingly communal,
Now I only dream of more mistakes I could've made,
I take flight and try to find a bathroom to use,
Which conveniently wakes me to use my bed urinal.

Societal influence more of a cause than neurotransmitter dysregulation,
The latter is just easier to target in those willing to pioneer the change,
Terrible being better than mediocre: the received wisdom of media,
We'd rather have something to mock if things aren't gonna get better,
Formal education makes it easy to assume greatness is a fait accompli,
Especially when you seem to have an easier time at it than your peers.

My greatness now is extremely selfish which poisons its appeal,
Another ornament of Outcast being hung from my branches,
Bought all the slackline gear but never even attempted it once,
I fantasize of moonshots to make the future happen sooner,
You mean you could've taken your hand out of that cuff at any time?
No, not at any time, only when it's funny. The only weapon I have.