I ripped off
The list of desires
Tore them in tiny bits..
You have million
Friends and admirers
Who endlessly dote around you..
But if I yearned
For respect you get
I would have to ape you.
I am what I am
I cannot be like you.
Full of fault...
Imperfect..
I have my own happy tune..
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