Like an art instillation by Tracey Emin, I don’t inspire
neutrality,
As I navigate my way through the tepid waters of vacuous
banality,
Demolishing the profound to a rubble of triviality,
Confusing unintelligibility with individuality,
Thinking that enervation is synonymous with vitality,
While the audience pray for an at-the-mic fatality,
Or, at the very least, a change of bloody rhyme scheme.
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