Leaning into the teenage lifestyle

Where have my ambitions

fled to? Tenements of my mind.

Starving younglings they have become,

while I lounge, insatiable,

spoiled,

expecting glory and 

awaiting attention

and not living victimized by, but perpetrating what I like to say I oppose,

because it makes me seem

nice,

and if that's only a speck

in the macrocosm of my egotistical aspirations,

the infinite list of everything you should acknowledge I AM,

well, then I should have to be ambitious

if I desire to be anything.