His employability was shattered by AI.

His heart trampled by a bitch.

You could list every broken thing about Jim,

and trace the cause back to some witch.

His confidence was marred by childhood sneers,

His arrogance a self-defence

To the outraging closed minds of that era of peers

that drove him to such immense

depths of despair. What a life! What tragedy,

How the smothering and mothering of his ‘rents*,

Had prevented the rise of a prodigy,

Had been the stifling of his talents.

Now, 43, every broken thing about Jim,

Had built up to ‘irreversible’ heights,

A sigh, what a plight, he was such a poor guy.

Those things just happened to him.

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*’rents = Slang for ‘parents’

Day 3 of my personal writing challenge.