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Above the ludicrous rantings
Below the vanity of pride
Seeing through the suspicion
That has debased my judgment

Limited to mediocre decisions
Yes and No choices
Lacking depth
Tied to finite possibilities

A prisoner of my own doing
A cerebrate of trivial means
Masking this inferiority
Through the flair of eloquence

As everybody gasps
Gawking at these words
Uttering "ooh's" and "aah's"
Awed by this meaningless talent

Impressed through disappointment
By this manner of expression
Missing the lack of substance
That I dilute myself in

Read on if you must
For this is all I am -
A head full of words
A heart full of complaints

I write for myself
And for those who until now
Read my work
Despite my shortcomings

Moribund
Without force or vitality
Never growing nor changing
But always thankful to all of you