Delusions of Randeur

A lot of the imbeciles who doubted me over the years became fat dads. Some kept their hair but lost their dreams. Others are just as miserable now as they were then, sucking up my oxygen, deserving of only a modicum of bewildered pity, and unlimited misfortune. It's karma, baby. My music is a beautiful plague that I spread and eradicate at will. I'm still here. I am God.