You did this to yourself

YOU drove yourself to the grave,

You were too complicated and too confusing

For anyone to really care.

You had endless rules

That you insisted everyone follow 

When your children came in they just pushed you out of the way

You were the basis of them,

But you never got any thanks

We’ve all changed and adapted.

It’s survival of the fittest

And you are just a scrawny little boy at a wrestling match 

I can’t say I’m sorry that you’re dead

Because I can now see,

How far we have come

From needing you

We have moved on

Latin.