Stereotypical Me
Give me five minutes of your time.
I have this knack,
a gift, really.
I can instantly confirm all
your fears about me,
distil your deepest, darkest
nightmares;
absorb them, embody them,
wrap them up as a present,
hold it up for you to see,
You'll know it's all true,
the bad press.
My preceding reputation,
a dark winged bat flown from a hell of
legendary fables.
Some real, some lies;
what's the difference?
Think the worst.
I'll ratify it,
quantify it for you,
no problem;
live my mythology before
your very eyes,
be what your preconceived mind
expects I should be.
By now it's second nature.
It's nothing, really,
no, really,
it isn't.
Mostly I'm unaware
I'm doing it.
Sad, inspired, or what?
Give me five minutes of your time...
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