Sooner or later
When someone gets pissed
They’ll put you on top
Of their little shit list
Deserved or not
By chance or by luck
If you are like me
You won’t give a fuck
In fact it’s my wish
Suffice it to say
On the tippity top
I’d like to stay
At least it is then
With no up and downs
I’ll know where I stand
When I’m dealing with clowns.

A real high-end literary effort here I know but what the hell it’s something I always thought so I figured it deserved a poem.