(This is a fictional poem)

I have to come here continuously to be on dialysis.
My kidneys are no longer good and I really hate this.
Several of my relatives could've donated a kidney but they all said no.
I've always been good to them and when they refused, it was pretty low.
When my brother had an accident last year, I donated blood.
I even bought him his first car and he treated me like mud.
After three and a half decades, I finally see these relatives for what they are.
Being related to such losers really hurts and it has given me emotional scars.
Maybe I'll get a kidney even though things look pretty grim.
But when it comes to my relatives, I will never forgive them.