I Am An Original She Bragged

I am an original she told us, I am messy and weird.
We had no actual knowledge, but believed her for a minute.
Within an hour we realized that her words were not sassy or saucy.
Her speech was not exciting or fun.
Even her dance moves were predictable.
She was rather bland, boring, banal.

Didn’t she say she was an original? We asked each other.
She had set herself up, but she had not lived up.
We expected so much more.
We expected zing, zest, enthusiasm, excitement,
Dazzling conversation, diabolically funny wit.

I am so creative! So wild! So wonderful! So free!
We did not discuss it, but we all wondered.
Is it possible for us all to miss it?
Or had she set herself up for a plunge?
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