Talent
Sometimes people have the nerve
To call me 'talented'
And it really pisses me off
Talent does not exist
It is a word invented by the untalented
Because they don't understand hard work
Skills are earned
With blood and sweat;
No one is born with them
The talented are practiced
The untalented are lazy
It's as simple as that
Stop blaming fate for your shortcomings
And stop calling me 'talented'
As if I'm the recipient of some natural advantage
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