The punishment of being average

Working hard to be insignificant

To be unimpressionable

Forgettable

Not memorable

Categorically credible

Always the candidate

Never the chosen

Always the nominee

Never the number one

Exceptionally unexceptional

“Good”, yes, hum-drum

A feeling unrecognisable to heroes

Even unknown to villains

With separate woes,

Those...

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There are a lot of mysteries, anomalies and such,

things that seem to have no explanation why they are.

One of these (above the rest) that makes me wonder much -

is how the foolish crowd is made of people who are far

from being foolish on their own. Yes, people who are good.

Yet somehow when they’re in a group, mysteriously they change.

It’s something I suppose just really...

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The flow I enjoy to come and go,

As I please with or against the breeze,

Like water flowing without the resistance,

Of opportunities for autographs or selfies

It is the privilege of the obscure majority,

To live without resistance to our liquidity,

To not owe every gratitude to new found difficulties,

I don't want fame, let me stay a minority.

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There was a fight down at the beach today

Much to my horror and surprise

A large crowd stood there watching it

I could not believe my eyes

I saw a man who had a stick

Proceed to beat his wife

Blow on blow and on her head

To an inch within her life

The frenzied crowd just screamed for more

With a loud and raucous din

I got there as the Police turned up

And...

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I am on a crowded

city sidewalk,

the crowd sgueezes,

shoves and pushes.

Like blood through

a too small artery.

Claustrophobia threatens

to swallow me.

A small opening appears,

I rush to it. But it quickly

fills in and once again,

the crowd squeezes, shoves

and pushes.

I reach my desti...

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