I do not do well with authority,
Guess I am to old and like a dog cannot learn new tricks.
I have gone through life and been kicked down so many times,
I have never learned to accept knowledge from my superiors, I am a rose with a prick.
Stubborn to the core, a raging bore, and guilty making mistakes galore.
It has cost me, a fact not to be ignored,
I have been hit by the bulls horns my body has been gored.
Yet, I stumble from one pillar to post and back again like a drunken sot,
Hitting my head on the dashboard, a foolish man, a broken robot.
I only know, and advice is never taken,
I am like Bond, stirred and never shaken.
So, I go on, a little depressed and totally not in charge,
A boat with no oars and hitting the docks and the barge.
No hope says I, and I shut my eyes for my resistance to change is absolute,
I am a lonely warrior, with scars to prove my inadequacies and a deflated ego to boot.