What's my prize?

Bad choices get high
nod out no pride
hurt people tell lies
gazing at the skies
tears flowing from eyes

not a cat but 9 lives
everyone of us dies
finished with this phony guise
screwed up what i can’t devise
shown myself with no disguise
i must admit i’ve gotten wise

no longer stuck in my demise
maybe self esteem will rise
life is always a surprise
but i’ve been taught not to surmise
so for my effort whats my prize?
A heaping pile o’ SHIT n FLIES.
 
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