I do so enjoy it when my reputation precedes me.
The humbling jest of it all seems to feed me.
I need not worry about delivering much,
My history gives little evidence of such.
If there’s a chance that I’ll be late…
Then figure that I will.
If I’m not, then enjoy the surprise
And call it a frill..
If I forget what I am to remember,
Be not angry,
But to my reputation surrender.
And if I don’t meet your higher expectation..
Smile: It’s all there in my sullied reputation.
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