Somebody decided to create a figure of me that was made of wax.
Just one week after it was finished, I chopped it to bits with an axe.
When people saw it in a store, they actually thought that it was me.
Since the day my wax dummy was created, people have been angry.
When people spoke to the dummy, they said they hated my attitude.
Because the dummy didn't speak, people are saying that I was rude.
Now people hate me and I've lost all of my friends.
That stupid dummy caused my friendships to end.
When I disconnected my phone because of angry calls, people began to fax.
I'm called the most stuck up man in Tennessee because of a dummy that was made of wax.
(This is a fictional poem.)
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