superstar talent

I was planning on being a superstar artist,
but I can’t sing.
I can’t dance.
I’m not good looking.
I’m not original.
I’m too lazy.

Predestined for average,
like the rest of you.
Like the rest of me.

Throw me into the swamp,
in the middle of the Everglades,
and let me see if nature agrees.

I think it will.
Venomous reptiles and women
will decide my future;
Death in the marsh.

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Currently living in Vietnam, teaching English, fixing the world's problems.

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