Scientists

You should have made me a drunkard
Should have made me a liar
Made me a preacher
With a head full of fire
You could have made me a gambler
Could have made me a thief
Made me salesman
Pockets full of receipts
But I chose water over wine
Jars of formaldehyde
I think of all the things I missed
Why’d you make me a scientist?
Is this the best you’ve got?
I’m not impressed
Anything you can do
I’ll equate and project