Erin Burnett this poem is for you

I was nothing

I had it bad to no end and on top of it I was nothing

I was nothing

I had it bad and to no end I was nothing

I was nothing

then you came and made me do a run on

can medicine can at least some people try

I was nothing and had it bad

I watched I listened and on top of it I was nothing

I was nothing

four times an uncle and on top of it I was nothing

then you came and made me do a run on

did the courts think I should fit

I was nothing

did the courts want to fit

a gent

I was nothing

I am keeping I am nothing

I am fitting

I am a gent

I was nothing