You Have Choices

This poem is about my city and my contempt towards the people in it. Venting, I suppose.

Vermilion you have your choices,
We aren’t first place,
We aren’t second place,
We are not third,
Or fourth.
We aren’t tenth.
No, not twentieth either.

We try,
Only sometimes we will succeed,
We don’t learn from our mistakes.
We don't work hard.
Working hard isn’t important to us.

To us,
there is something that matters even more,
Reputation,
Being cool,
Drinking,
And drugs.
We will not succeed like this.