The Fuck You Poem

This poem is written
To that case manager
Who told me I’m a bum

This poem is written
To that coffee house patron
Who thinks I’m the unabomber’s son

This poem is written
To the disability system
That wouldn’t hand me a dime

This poem is written
To the corporate media
That thinks my illness is a crime

This poem is written
To that lover who left me
When my illness became known

This poem is written
To a society
That left me without a place to call home

This poem is written
To all you naysayers and haters
Who said I couldn’t do it
Who said I couldn’t have the life that I now live:

The one with a house
The one with work
The one with meaning and joy
The one with friends and family

My success has become
The definitive proof that you failed and
Can’t complete this simple task:
Destroy the weak